Eternal Solitude
Reflection
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.