Elysian Canopy

In the heart of the forest, a tree stands tall, A sentinel of seasons, a keeper of it all. Its branches stretch, a verdant, vibrant hue, A haven for the soul, where dreams come true. The leaves dance in the breeze, a gentle, soothing sway, As the tree's deep roots drink in the earth's sweet way. In shades of emerald, gold, and teal, it shines, A symbol of resilience, a tale divine. The trunk, a twisted, turning, ancient form, A testament to time, a story to be told. The roots, a snaking, serpentine, hidden might, A symbol of the power that lies in plain sight. In this tree, we find our own roots, our own might, A reflection of our journey, through the dark and the light.