Eternal Roots

Beneath the whispering sky, a tree stands tall, Its roots entwined with earth, its branches reaching for the call. A tapestry of gold and green, a story untold, Where time itself seems to pause, and the soul is made whole. The bark, a map of ages, tells tales of the past, Each wrinkle a memory, each knot a steadfast. The leaves, like whispers of hope, dance in the light, Guiding the weary traveler through the night. This tree is not just a tree, but a symbol of life, A beacon of strength, a guardian of strife. Its branches spread wide, a shelter for all, A reminder that we are part of something grand. In its embrace, we find our own roots, A connection to the earth, to the truths. Its presence is a mirror, reflecting our own, A call to grow, to stand, to be strong. So let us stand tall, like this ancient tree, With roots deep and branches free. For in its shadow, we find our own light, A journey of growth, a path of insight.