When the Moon Falls in colors

If you but rise, the cypress bows from its root; If you ascend the rooftop, the moon itself will fall below. Such is the power of your presence — the cosmos bends before your grace A timeless verse of love and exaggeration from Saadi, where the beloved’s beauty commands nature itself. The cypress yields at a single glance, and even the moon surrenders when they ascend. This piece embodies the divine magnitude of love where the universe is no longer fixed, but in motion, stirred by the presence of the beloved.