Eternal Roots

Beneath the whispering sky, a tree stands tall, Its roots entwined with earth, a sacred bond. The branches stretch like arms, embracing light, A testament to time, a living soul. The olive leaves rustle, a gentle hymn, A reminder of life's enduring grace. The river flows beneath, a mirror of time, Reflecting the past, the present, and the future. In its embrace, we find our own reflection, A mirror of resilience, strength, and growth. The tree, a symbol of life's eternal cycle, A beacon of hope in the ever-changing world. Its bark, a canvas of stories untold, A tapestry of seasons, love, and loss. The river, a constant, ever-moving force, A reminder that life flows, never stops. Here, in this sacred space, we find ourselves, Rooted in the earth, yet reaching for the sky. The tree, a guardian of wisdom and peace, A symbol of unity, a bridge to eternity.