Eternal Flame
Reflection
Beneath the veil of twilight's embrace,
A tree stands tall, a beacon of grace.
Its roots, like veins of molten fire,
Cradle the earth, ignite the desire.
The branches stretch, a silent plea,
For light to guide, for truth to be free.
Its form, a symbol of resilience,
A testament to the soul's resilience.
The sky above, a canvas of night,
Shimmers with stars, a celestial sight.
Yet, this tree, a radiant flame,
Burns with a purpose, a sacred name.
It whispers secrets of ancient lore,
Of life's enduring, unyielding core.
In its glow, we find our own light,
A spark within, to guide us right.
For every soul, a tree like this,
A source of strength, a guiding kiss.
May we stand firm, like roots so deep,
And let our flames, like this, keep the dream alive.