Eternal Roots

Beneath the sky's vast canvas, a tree stands tall, Its branches reaching for the heavens, a silent call. Roots deep in the earth, a tether to the past, A symbol of resilience, a timeless, steadfast mast. The colors swirl like dreams, a tapestry of light, Warm hues of gold and amber, a dance of day and night. The tree, a guardian, a keeper of the soul, A witness to the cycles, a story yet untold. In its gnarled bark, the whispers of the wind reside, A symphony of life, a rhythm that never dies. Its leaves, like fingers, touch the sky, A bridge between the earth and eternity. You, too, are a tree, with roots that run so deep, In the soil of your being, where your strength does sleep. Let your branches reach for the sun, for the light, And know that in your soul, you are a sight. For in the heart of every being, a tree does grow, A symbol of growth, a beacon of hope. May you stand tall, with roots that run so true, In the garden of your life, where your spirit is new.