Eternal Vigor

In twisted strength, it stands, a testament to time, A sentinel of earth, where roots and soul entwine. The tree's dark limbs, like nature's arms, embrace, A verdant crown, where life and light replace. With every branch, a story unfolds, Of seasons passed, of trials and of gold. In morning's glow, its leaves are kissed with dew, A dance of shadows, where the heart is anew. It weathers storms, a steadfast, steadfast friend, Through ages' whispers, till the very end. In its resilience, we find our own, A mirrored strength, where hearts are made to atone. A symbol of the enduring spirit's might, That weathers life's tempests, through the dark of night. For in its depths, a wisdom silently grows, Guiding us forward, as the seasons flow.