Eternal Sentinel

Beneath the golden glow of time's eternal flame, A tree stands tall, a guardian of the sacred name. Its roots entwined with earth, its branches reach the sky, A silent witness to the passage of eternity. The bark, a tapestry of life's enduring story, Whispers secrets of the past, both near and far. Its leaves, a canopy of hope and gentle grace, Sheltering souls who seek a moment's peace. In its embrace, the weary find their strength, The lost, a path; the broken, healing's light. A symbol of resilience, a beacon of hope, A timeless sentinel, forever in repose. Through storms and silence, it stands unyielding, A testament to life's enduring will. In its presence, we find our own reflection, A mirror of our journey, both old and new. For in this tree, we see our own resilience, A reminder that we too can stand the test. Its roots, like ours, are deep and strong, A testament to the power of the soul. So let us stand, as steadfast as this tree, Embracing life's challenges with courage and grace. For in its shadow, we find our own strength, A timeless sentinel, guiding us through time.