Twilight sings

Sonnet of the Everfruit Garden

Beneath a sky where twilight softly sings,

The grapes descend in clusters, lush and wide,

Like blessings borne on ancient, leafy wings,

They sway with secrets time itself can't hide.

The raspberries bloom through frost and summer's flame,

Their ruby hearts reborn with every breath,

No season dares to dim their sacred claim—

They mock decay, defying sleep and death.

This garden once began with whispered chance,

A spark of luck, a thread of woven spell,

Now beasts and kin in endless feast advance,

Their hunger healed where ageless bounty dwells.

And in this grove, where time forgets to move,

The soul stands still, embraced by nature's love.