Carved from the imprint of a leaf, The autumn cicada finds its voice. Perched upon high branches, It serenades the world below. Each note, spun from its wings, Tells a tale of longing the red maple’s embrace. Amidst the amber hues of autumn, Its song rises and falters, A poignant ode to life's transience. Yet, within its song, a truth unfolds.Amidst our temporal existence, beauty and love endure. In the unyielding fire, Delicate leaves undergo a metamorphosis, Sacrificial yet, transcendent. Under Joyce Lin's deft artistry, They rise like phoenixes and reborn into masterpieces. Once ephemeral beings, they are immortalized, Rising above fiery embers. Now blooms of eternity, They radiate brilliance and hope, Testaments to the artist's mastery and vision. - Signature: Hand-signed by artist
