The Ancient Sage
Reflection
In twisted branches, wisdom resides,
A guardian of seasons, it abides.
Leaves fall like memories, fading light,
Yet in its heart, a story takes flight.
Roots dig deep, a foundation strong,
A symbol of life, where shadows belong.
The tree stands tall, through trials and strife,
A testament to the cycles of life.
In every leaf, a tale is told,
Of growth, decay, and the stories untold.
Its bark is weathered, its spirit free,
A sentinel of the wild and carefree.
In autumn's hue, it finds its peace,
A moment's rest, before the cycle release.
The wind whispers secrets, as leaves rustle by,
A dance of life, beneath the autumn sky.