Eternal Roots

Beneath the canvas, a tree stands tall, Its branches reaching out, a silent call. A tapestry of colors, warm and bold, Where earth and sky in harmony unfold. The roots, deep and ancient, grip the ground, A symbol of strength, where life is found. The leaves, a whisper of the winds that pass, A testament to time, a timeless mass. In its curves and lines, a story lies, Of growth and change, of endless skies. Each stroke a memory, each hue a dream, A mirror to the soul, where we can seem. For in this tree, we see ourselves, Our struggles, our hopes, our endless shelves. A beacon of resilience, a guide to be, In the journey of life, eternally free. So let this tree, with its vibrant hue, Remind us of the strength we can imbue. For in its roots, we find our own, A symbol of life, where we belong.