Ancient Wisdom Tree

In twisted branches, ancient stories sleep, A symbol of strength, in silence deep. The tree stands tall, through seasons' sway, A guardian of wisdom, night and day. Its roots run deep, its leaves reach high, A bridge between earth and sky. The colors dance, a vibrant hue, A tapestry of life, both old and new. In every knot, a tale is told, Of growth, of struggle, of young and old. The tree's dark trunk, a mystery keeps, While leaves above, in whispers speak. A metaphor for life's own path, Through twists and turns, we find our strength. In its enduring presence, we find peace, A reflection of our own release.