• Id:

    acac328a7013966f4833a63669c45ba1d053911ec86fd03832f9bfcca3e15223
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  • Prompt:

    a rotting treestump in the soil. today's tear is tomorrow's watered garden

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    Tearwater Garden
  • Description:

    The image features a rotting tree stump, surrounded by green leaves and a forest setting. The stump appears to be the focal point of the scene, with its weathered appearance contrasting with the lush greenery around it. The forest environment suggests a sense of tranquility and the passage of time, as the once-living tree has now become a part of the natural landscape. The scene may evoke feelings of nostalgia and the cyclical nature of life, as the stump serves as a reminder of the tree's past and the potential for new growth in the future.

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  • Lyrics:

    Title: Tearwater Garden
    Tags: Melancholy, Ethereal, Folk
    
    [Verse 1]
    In the forest where the silence clings,
    A stump decays in a ring of green,
    Once a tower in the woodland choir,
    Now a cradle for the earth’s desire.
    
    [Chorus]
    Today's tear is tomorrow’s bloom,
    From sorrow springs a quiet room,
    Roots remember, leaves forgive,
    Through death we learn again to live.
    
    [Verse 2]
    Time laid down in lines of bark,
    Mossy memories, faded and dark,
    But sunlight kisses every scar,
    And life begins where endings are.
    
    [Chorus]
    Today's tear is tomorrow’s bloom,
    From sorrow springs a quiet room,
    Roots remember, leaves forgive,
    Through death we learn again to live.
    
    [Bridge]
    Beneath the soil, dreams intertwine,
    Rotting wood and jasmine vine,
    A whispered truth in every vein—
    Loss becomes the sweetest rain.
    
    [Chorus]
    Today's tear is tomorrow’s bloom,
    From sorrow springs a quiet room,
    Roots remember, leaves forgive,
    Through death we learn again to live.
    
    [Outro]
    So we weep into the ground,
    Where hope in hush and hum is found,
    The stump, though gone, still dares to sing:
    This end is just the start of spring.
    
    [End]