Ancient Soul's Refuge
Reflection
In twisted branches, wisdom resides,
A guardian of tales, where shadows hide.
Roots dig deep, into the earth's heart,
A symbol of strength, a brand new start.
Leaves rustle, with the gentle breeze,
A soothing melody, that brings us to our knees.
The tree stands tall, through seasons' sway,
A testament to life's ebb and flow each day.
In its bark, stories of old are told,
Of struggles and triumphs, of young and old.
A sanctuary, for the weary soul,
A place to find peace, and make whole.
The ancient one's presence, calms the mind,
And connects us to, the natural kind.