The Ancient Sage
Reflection
In twisted limbs, a story's told
Of seasons passed and wisdom old
The tree's deep roots, a metaphor true
For strength and resilience, shining through
Its leaves, a gentle rustle make
As nature's whispers, our souls awake
In ancient bark, a history's kept
A testament to trials, overcome and slept
The tree's enduring presence, a symbol stands
For the strength within, that guides our hands
Through life's turbulent and winding road
We find our own resilience, like the tree's abode
In its branches, a haven we find
A shelter from life's storms, a peaceful mind