Eternal Roots

In twisted branches, ancient wisdom sleeps, A tale of seasons, in whispers, it keeps. The tree stands tall, through trials and strife, A symbol of life, in endless life. Its roots dig deep, into the earth below, Drinking from the well, of secrets untold. The leaves dance free, in the breeze's caress, A soothing melody, of nature's gentle dress. In every curve, a story is told, Of resilience, of trials, of growing old. The tree's dark limbs, like nature's own hand, Guide us through life's journey, through the land. With every branch, a path is made, A journey through time, in an endless shade. In its stillness, we find our peace, A reflection of our own life's release. The tree's wisdom, in silence, it shares, A reminder of the beauty that life spares.