The Ancient Sage

In twisted branches, wisdom is etched, A testament to time's relentless breath. Roots that dig deep, a story told, Of resilience, in earthy gold. Leaves that rustle, a gentle hue, A soothing balm, for me and you. The tree stands tall, a guardian true, A symbol of life, forever new. In its bark, a history lies, A keeper of secrets, in its eyes. A bridge between earth and sky, It touches heaven, as it touches the ground. A reminder of our own roots deep, And the strength that in our souls we keep. In its ancient heart, a wisdom beats, A pulse that echoes our own heart's repeats.