Eternal Roots

Beneath the sky's vast canvas, a tree stands tall, Its roots deep in the earth, a silent, ancient call. Branches reach to the heavens, a bridge between the worlds, A symbol of resilience, where time's hands are unfurled. The light of dawn kisses its leaves, a golden embrace, A whisper of hope in the quiet, sacred space. The tree, a keeper of stories, a witness to the years, A talisman of strength, where the soul finds its peers. In its bark, the scars of time, yet it stands unbroken, A beacon of endurance, a heart unshaken. For in its branches, we see our own journey's path, A reminder that growth is a dance with the wrath. Its leaves rustle with the wisdom of the wind, A symphony of life, where the soul can find its kind. For in this tree, we see ourselves, a reflection of grace, A symbol of life's eternal, unyielding embrace.