Ethereal Roots

Beneath the whispering sky, where dreams take root, A gnarled tree stands tall, its branches a crown of gold. Its roots, a tapestry of earth and sky, Weave stories of time, where past and future collide. The leaves, like golden tears, drift in the breeze, A silent hymn to the passage of seasons. Its bark, a canvas of memory and change, Speaks of resilience, of life's enduring grace. In its embrace, we find our own reflection, A mirror of strength and the soul's eternal quest. For in its branches, we see our own journey, A path of growth, where the heart finds its rest. Ethereal Roots, a symbol of hope and transformation, A beacon of life, where the spirit takes flight. May its wisdom guide us through the storms of time, And its roots anchor us in the light.