Eternal Solitude

Beneath the golden sky, a tree stands tall, Its branches reaching out, a silent call. The sun, a golden orb, casts its warm embrace, A symbol of life, a timeless grace. The tree, a guardian of ancient lore, Rooted deep in earth, yet soaring high. Its leaves, a tapestry of green and gold, Whisper secrets of the soul untold. The landscape below, a river of colors, A dance of reds, blues, and earthy hues. Each stroke a story, each hue a dream, A journey through time, a sacred stream. The viewer stands, a mirror to the tree, Reflecting on their own eternity. The sun, a beacon, guides their path, Through trials and triumphs, a steadfast watch. This art, a talisman, a sacred bond, A reminder of the soul's profound. The tree, the sun, the river's flow, A symphony of life, a timeless show.