Eternal Roots

Beneath the whispering sky, a tree stands tall, Its roots entwined with earth, its branches reaching high. The sun's warm glow embraces the ancient wood, A symbol of resilience, where time is understood. Each gnarled knot tells a story, deep and true, Of storms endured and seasons that came anew. The leaves rustle softly, a gentle breeze, A reminder of life's enduring peace. In its shadow, we find solace, a place to rest, Where the soul can heal, where the heart can be blessed. This tree, a guardian, a silent witness, To the cycles of life, to the endless persistence. Stand firm, like the tree, in your own sacred ground, Let your roots grow deep, let your spirit be found. For in the embrace of nature's eternal grace, You too can rise, with unwavering face.