Eternal Roots

Beneath the whispering sky, a tree stands tall, Its roots entwined with earth, a silent call. A tapestry of gold and amber, it unfolds, A symbol of resilience, where time is bold. The branches stretch like arms, embracing light, A guardian of secrets, both day and night. Its leaves, a dance of colors, a fleeting grace, A mirror of our souls, in time's embrace. In its bark, the stories of ages are etched, A witness to the world, both old and fresh. Its presence speaks of strength, of life's enduring thread, A beacon of hope, where the heart can be led. For in its shadow, we find our own reflection, A reminder that we, too, are part of this connection. Through trials and triumphs, its form remains, A testament to growth, where dreams are born. Eternal Roots, a symbol of our journey, A reminder that we, too, can rise and never waver.