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The Ballad of the Forest Beauty - The Price of Emerald Light

Video greated with CapCut. The Ballad of the Forest Beauty - The Price of Emerald Light Lyricist: Yulia Nikolina Yesterday I saw them carry through Our forest’s fairest, queenly tree, A spruce so grand, so lush and true, To town's own bustling main square free. She rode above the winter storm, A living breath of frosted white, Exchanging woods for human swarm And noise that fills the festive night. My awe was caught by slender grace, Her towering form so finely made, As if the heavens carved that space, In nature’s artful promenade. So plush, so regal, standing tall— Perfection shaped in needle’s line— But then, like woman, I heard call A quiet spruce's mournful whine: "I remember shade so deep, Where roots drank shadows, sunlight’s gleam, Each year I grew, my soul to keep, And knew no death lived in my dream. Sun and dew would visit me, My world was filled with wisdom’s sound, While heavens sang in melody, Until my destined hour was found. Why then, in your brief hour’s haste, Do you bring festal cheer inside, And lop the life that outpaced, Breathes lasting springtime far and wide? A fleeting flash of glittered light, Tinsel’s gleam and mankind’s crowd— And life grows dimmer in the night, To keep this bright day ever loud." I shuddered not from shadows cast, But from the fault in grief expressed. When festive lamps had dimmed at last, Sad toasts rose from my quiet breast: I am the one who treasures art, The gentle wild in perfect form, The purest sight that stirs the heart, Held safe within its fragile warm. My soul speaks whispering this to me: "I joy in her with false delight..." Yet know my heart will surely grieve When flames of light fall out of sight. O, thirst for beauty that we bear! We bring alive our cherished home, And dry its leaves with tender care, Our pathway crowned with festive dome. Forgive, fair beauty, this small cost: That mortal you became for us. In you a truth is found, not lost— A sadness clearer than words' fuss. The star so soft and feathered fades, The shadow of the festival wanes, The city falls to silent shades, As ends the day that bears your name.