Eternal Roots

Beneath the weight of time, a tree stands tall, Its branches reaching out, a silent call. A tapestry of leaves, a story untold, Where memory and hope intertwine, bold. The roots, deep and ancient, grip the earth, A symbol of strength, a timeless berth. Each leaf a whisper, each branch a song, A testament to life's enduring long. In its embrace, we find our own, A mirror of resilience, a soul's own. For in its shadow, we too can grow, Rooted in strength, reaching for the glow. This tree, a keeper of secrets and dreams, A guardian of life's eternal streams. It speaks to us in hues of gold and brown, A reminder that we are one, bound. So stand, dear viewer, beneath its shade, Let its wisdom and beauty be your guide. For in its branches, you'll find your own, A journey of growth, a path of stone.