Eternal Roots

Beneath the whispering sky, a tree stands tall, Its roots entwined with earth, a silent call. A guardian of time, its branches spread wide, A tapestry of life, where stories reside. The leaves, a golden crown, dance in the breeze, A symbol of resilience, of endless peace. Its bark, a canvas of age and wisdom, A testament to the passage of seasons. In its embrace, we find our own strength, A mirror of our journey, a path to self-reliance. For in its shadow, we learn to grow, To stand firm, to let our roots show. This tree, a beacon of life's enduring grace, A symbol of hope in the face of time's embrace. May its spirit guide us, as we too take root, In the soil of our dreams, where our stories are kept.