Luminous Sentinel

Beneath the twilight's hushed embrace, A tree stands tall, a beacon of grace. Its roots entwined with earth's ancient song, Its branches reach for the heavens, strong. Glowing embers dance upon its boughs, A silent promise to the night's vast crowds. Each spark a whisper of time's eternal flow, A guide for souls who wander below. In its embrace, the weary find rest, The lost are found, the broken are blessed. Its light, a mirror of the soul's own flame, A reminder that hope will never wane. Stand here, and let its glow ignite your path, A symbol of strength, a talisman of faith. For in its branches, you'll find your own light, A luminous sentinel, guiding you through the night.