Ancient Wisdom Keeper

In twisted branches, ancient secrets sleep, A guardian of the earth, it stands deep. Roots that dig into the soul of the land, A symbol of resilience, a steadfast hand. Leaves that rustle with the whispers of old, A keeper of tales, a story yet untold. In the warmth of sunlight, it finds its might, A beacon of hope, in the dark of night. Its gnarled trunk, a testament to time, A witness to the cycles, a rhyme sublime. In its stillness, a mirror to the soul, A reflection of the journey, to make whole. A bridge between the earth and the sky, A sentinel of wisdom, passing by. In its depths, a world of wonder lies, A realm of dreams, where the heart can rise.