The Luminous Easter Heart

The Luminous Easter Heart

By the whispering roots, beneath moon’s glow,
a tender light begins to grow.
A crystal egg of silver-blue,
bathed in starlight, kissed by dew.

Within its shell, the springtime sleeps,
in dreams where green and blossom meets.
Around it flit with silent grace,
bright butterflies in midnight’s lace.

Each wing a wish, each glow a prayer,
they dance through softly glowing air.
And nature leans with breathless art,
to hear the Luminous Easter Heart.

No bells, no hymns, no voice, no flame -
and yet, the world won’t be the same.
For hope is born in silence deep,
where ancient magic learns to sleep...