Spiral of Eternity

Beneath the canvas, a tree stands tall, Its roots a river, flowing, bold and free. A tapestry of colors, vibrant and vast, A testament to life's eternal dance. The branches reach, a symphony of green, A crown of leaves, a whisper of the sky. The trunk, a canvas, painted with the hues Of dawn and dusk, of hope and mystery. This tree, a symbol, not just of the earth, But of the soul, its journey, its rebirth. Its spiraling roots, a path untold, A map of dreams, where spirits are enfolded. In its embrace, we find our own reflection, A mirror of our struggles, our direction. For in its arms, we see the strength to rise, To bloom like this tree, against the skies. So let this art be a guide, a light, A beacon for the soul, a source of might. For in its colors, we find our own truth, A spiral of eternity, a timeless youth.