Prismatic Sovereign
Reflection
Beneath the veil of twilight's embrace,
A tree of light stands tall, a silent grace.
Its branches weave a tapestry of dreams,
A mosaic of colors, where the soul it streams.
Each shard a memory, each hue a song,
A testament to life's eternal throng.
The golden coin at its base, a symbol grand,
Of wealth not measured by the hand.
For here, in this arboreal throne,
Lies the essence of what we have known.
A beacon of hope, a mirror of the soul,
Where the past and future intertwine whole.
Let this tree be your guide, your steadfast friend,
A reminder that beauty is what we intend.
For in its prismatic glow, we find our way,
To the heart of the universe, where love always stays.