Eternal Roots

Beneath the whispering sky, a tree stands tall, Its roots entwined with earth, a silent call. A tapestry of gold and green, it breathes, A symbol of resilience, where time retreats. The branches stretch like arms, embracing light, A guardian of stories, both day and night. Its leaves, a canopy of dreams, a shield, A haven for the soul, where spirits yield. In its bark, the wisdom of the ages lies, A testament to life's enduring ties. Through storms and calm, it stands, a steadfast soul, A mirror of our journey, where we're whole. For in its roots, we find our own, entwined, A reminder that we are, and will remain, Connected to the earth, to sky, to time, A part of something greater, in this rhyme. So let this tree be your guide, your beacon bright, A symbol of strength, in the endless night.