Eternal Carapace
Reflection
Beneath the weight of ages, the tortoise stands,
A silent sentinel in a world of fleeting sands.
Its shell, a fortress of time, cradles the past,
Where secrets of the earth are softly cast.
Upon its back, a garden blooms, a shrine,
A sanctuary where life and art combine.
The misty forest whispers tales untold,
As the tortoise moves, a living soul.
Its gaze, a mirror of the ages deep,
Reflects the journey of the weary sheep.
In its slow pace, we find our own,
A reminder that time is not a foe.
For in the heart of this ancient beast,
Lies the wisdom of the earth's great feast.
Let us carry our burdens with grace,
For in stillness, we find our own embrace.