Eternal Roots

Beneath the sky's embrace, a tree stands tall, Its roots entwined with earth, a timeless call. Branches reach to touch the sun's warm glow, A symbol of resilience, where life does flow. The leaves whisper secrets of ancient lore, Each vein a story, etched with care and more. The winds that dance through its boughs, they sing, A melody of strength, a life that clings. In its shadow, we find solace and peace, A mirror of our souls, where we can cease. The tree, a guardian, a steadfast friend, A beacon of hope, where journeys end. Its bark, a canvas of time's relentless hand, A testament to life's unyielding stand. Through storms and calm, it stands serene, A symbol of growth, where dreams are seen. In its embrace, we find our own roots deep, A connection to earth, where spirits keep. The tree, a teacher, a guide, a light, A reminder that life is both day and night. So stand, dear viewer, beneath its shade, And let its wisdom within you be laid. The tree, a symbol of life's eternal grace, A reminder that we are part of this place.