Ancient Wisdom Keeper
Reflection
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.