Terra Veritas

In twisted bark and ancient wood, A visage worn, yet stories untold. Eyes that hold the depth of earth, A guardian of the forgotten birth. The wind whispers secrets in its ear, Of lands that slumber, wild and clear. Roots that dig into the soul, A keeper of the ancient role. In rugged form, a truth is told, Of resilience, of trials old. A sentinel of nature's might, Standing tall through endless night. A bridge between the earth and sky, A symbol of the passing by. Of time that shapes and molds the land, And leaves its mark on every hand. In stillness, it beholds the past, And in its silence, wisdom vast.