Roots of Eternity

Beneath the sky's vast canvas, a tree stands tall, Its roots a river, flowing deep and strong. A silent witness to the passage of time, Its branches reach for the heavens, a bridge between worlds. Each leaf, a whisper of life, a testament to resilience. The tree is not just a tree; it is a soul, A keeper of stories, a guardian of secrets. Its bark, etched with the scars of seasons past, Speaks of endurance, of the strength to endure. In its shadow, we find solace, a mirror of our own journey. The tree's roots, like veins of the earth, Connect us to the source of all life. It stands as a symbol of growth, of transformation, A reminder that even in the harshest winds, There is beauty in the struggle, in the rebirth. For in the tree, we see ourselves, Rooted in the past, reaching for the future, A testament to the eternal cycle of life.