Golden Mosaic Legacy

Beneath the weight of time, a tree stands tall, Its branches reaching out, a silent call. Each leaf a fragment, a story untold, A mosaic of dreams, where gold is gold. The coin at its base, a symbol of worth, A talisman of hope, a promise of earth. Its roots dig deep, into soil and soul, A testament to growth, where life takes hold. The colors dance, a symphony of light, A tapestry woven with threads of night. The viewer sees not just a tree, but a self, A mirror reflecting the journey of life. For in its branches, we find our own, A path of resilience, a path of hope. The tree stands as a guardian, a guide, A beacon of strength, where the soul takes flight. So stand, dear viewer, beneath its shade, And let its wisdom, your heart pervade. For in its leaves, you'll find your own truth, A legacy of gold, a life of youth.