Eternal Roots

Beneath the whispering canopy, where time stands still, A tree of wisdom, ancient and wild, Its roots entwined with the earth's deep breath, A silent guardian, a living myth. The branches stretch like arms of a sage, Guiding the lost, cradling the change. Its leaves, a tapestry of gold and green, A testament to life's eternal scene. In its bark, the stories of ages are etched, Whispers of the past, a sacred sketch. It stands as a mirror, reflecting the soul, A beacon of strength, a timeless goal. For in its embrace, we find our own, A connection to the world unknown. Its presence reminds us of our roots, A reminder of where our journey shoots. Eternal Roots, a symbol of grace, A bridge between the past and space. It calls to the wanderer, the seeker, the lost, To find solace in its sacred cost. For in its shade, we are one with the earth, A part of the cycle, a fleeting birth. Its wisdom whispers, 'You are not alone,' In its embrace, we find our home.