Golden Veil of Eternity

Beneath the veil of golden leaves, a soul ascends, A guardian of the forest, where whispers of the earth reside. The branches of her crown reach skyward, a silent plea, To the winds that carry the secrets of the ancient trees. Her gaze is a mirror, reflecting the depths of the soul, A beacon of strength, where the wild and the wise entwine. The textures of her armor, a tapestry of life, Speak of the cycles of birth, decay, and rebirth. In her presence, the world pauses, a moment of reverence, For she is the keeper of the sacred, the eternal queen. Her form is a testament to the power of nature, A reminder that beauty and strength are one. Through her, we see ourselves, the wild within, The untamed spirit that yearns for freedom and light. Let her be a guide, a symbol of transformation, A reminder that we too can rise, like the golden leaves she wears.