Olive Majesty
Reflection
In twisted branches, ancient wisdom sleeps,
Olive leaves whisper secrets to the breeze.
Roots dig deep, a symbol of peace it keeps,
A guardian of tales, through seasons it frees.
The tree stands tall, a sentinel of earth,
Its leaves a gentle dance, of life and rebirth.
In every knot, a story is told,
Of resilience, of trials, of growing old.
The olive tree, a symbol of might,
Endures through time, a beacon in the night.
Its beauty is not just in its form,
But in the peace it brings, a balm to the storm.
It reminds us to bend, to flex, to yield,
To weather life's tempests, to stand unsealed.
In its stillness, we find our own peace,
A reflection of our deepest release.
The olive tree, a mirror to the soul,
A reminder of our own strength, our own goal.