Ancient Wisdom Tree
Reflection
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.