Eternal Sentinel

Beneath the whispering sky, where time stands still, A sentinel tree stands tall, its roots deep and wild. Its branches reach for the heavens, a bridge between earth and sky, A guardian of secrets, a keeper of the bygone era's sigh. The sun casts golden hues, a warm embrace, As the tree's gnarled bark tells tales of time's embrace. Its leaves, a tapestry of autumn's grace, A symbol of resilience, a testament to life's embrace. In its shadow, we find solace, a mirror to our own journey, A reminder of growth, of roots that run deep and strong. For in its presence, we see ourselves, A reflection of strength, of endurance, of the soul's song. This tree, a beacon of hope, a symbol of life's eternal flame, Stands as a reminder that we too can withstand the storm's claim. Its branches, like our paths, may twist and turn, Yet they reach for the light, for the sun, for the dawn. So let us stand tall, like the eternal sentinel, Rooted in strength, reaching for the sky, For in the heart of the tree, we find our own truth, A journey of growth, a path of light, a timeless pursuit.