Eternal Roots

Beneath the whispering sky, a tree stands tall, Its roots entwined with earth, a silent call. Branches reach for light, a dance of grace, A symbol of resilience, a timeless space. The olive's leaves, a tapestry of green, Whisper stories of life, of what has been. Its bark, a map of time, etched with care, A witness to the seasons, year by year. In its embrace, we find our own reflection, A mirror of our struggles, our direction. Its strength, a beacon, guiding us through, A reminder that we too can grow anew. For in its branches, we see our own journey, A path of growth, a promise of return. The olive tree, a symbol of hope, A testament to life's eternal scope.