Shell of Eternity

Beneath the veil of ancient woods, where time stands still, A tortoise carries the weight of the world on its shell. Its armored back, a fortress of patience and grace, Bears the burden of life's journey, a silent, steadfast race. Upon its shell, a mushroom blooms, a symbol of growth, A fragile beauty that thrives in the shadow of earth. The forest whispers secrets, its secrets untold, In the eyes of the tortoise, a world of old. The viewer sees themselves reflected in its gaze, A mirror of resilience, a soul's steadfast maze. For in the shell of eternity, we find our own, A journey of patience, where time is but a loan. The tortoise moves slow, yet its path is sure, A reminder that strength lies in the quiet, the pure. In its gaze, we see the wisdom of ages, A beacon of hope in the chaos of these pages. So let the tortoise guide us, through trials and strife, For in its shell, we find the strength to take flight. A symbol of endurance, a tale of the soul, The tortoise, a guardian of time, forever whole.