Eternal Arboreal Soul

In twisted branches, ancient wisdom sleeps, A tale of seasons, in the bark it keeps. The tree stands tall, a sentinel of earth, A bridge between the heavens and rebirth. Its leaves, a whisper of the wind's soft sigh, As sunlight dances, in a gentle, ethereal sky. Roots deep, it drinks from the well of time, A symbol of resilience, in a world sublime. In its stillness, a story unfolds, Of growth, of decay, of life that never grows old. A mirror to the soul, in its gnarled form, Reflecting our journey, through life's every storm. In the tree's heart, a sanctuary is found, A place of peace, where love and wisdom resound.