The Ancient Sage

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.