Prismatic Sovereign
Reflection
Beneath the canopy of glass and light,
A tree stands tall, a beacon of sight.
Its branches stretch, a tapestry of hue,
A symphony of colors, bold and true.
Each shard reflects the soul's inner flame,
A mosaic of life, a timeless name.
Its roots dig deep, where stories are sown,
A witness to the world, a silent throne.
In its embrace, the weary find rest,
A sanctuary where dreams are blessed.
Its leaves whisper tales of old,
Of growth, of change, of what is told.
For in its branches, we see ourselves,
A mirror of our hopes and shelves.
Its glow illuminates the path we tread,
A guide through life's ever-changing thread.
Oh, Prismatic Sovereign, you stand so grand,
A symbol of resilience, a guiding hand.
Through your leaves, we find our way,
A testament to life's eternal sway.