Eternal Bloom
Reflection
In twisted roots and branches wide,
A tree stands firm, where shadows reside.
Its leaves, a tapestry of gold,
Dance in the breeze, young and old.
The trunk, a story of time and earth,
Twists, turns, and gives rebirth.
In every leaf, a tale unfolds,
Of seasons passed, of memories told.
The tree, a guardian of the land,
A symbol of strength, hand in hand.
With nature's pulse, it beats as one,
A living, breathing work of art, forever won.
In its bark, the wisdom lies,
Of cycles lived, of watched skies.
A sentinel of earth and sky,
It stands, a witness, as the years go by.