Spiral of Eternity

Beneath the canvas, a tree stands tall, Its roots a river, its branches a call. A tapestry of colors, a dance of light, Where earth and sky meet in a mystical flight. The spirals twist, a journey through time, A map of life, a story sublime. Each curve a memory, each hue a sigh, A whisper of the soul, a silent cry. The tree is you, the spirals your path, A journey of growth, a sacred wrath. Through trials and triumphs, through light and shade, You find your strength, your inner glade. The colors bloom, a symphony of hope, A beacon guiding you through life's scope. For in this spiral, you find your truth, A testament to your eternal youth. Embrace the spiral, let it guide your way, Through every twist, through every day. For in its embrace, you'll find your grace, A testament to your eternal race.