Eternal Arboreal
Reflection
In the heart of the earth, a sentinel stands tall,
A guardian of seasons, a witness to all.
The tree's dark limbs outstretched, a verdant crown,
A symbol of strength, in a world turned around.
Its roots dig deep, into the land's dark breast,
Drinking from the depths, where ancient secrets rest.
The leaves above, a rustling, whispered tale,
Of life and death, of cycles that prevail.
In golden light, the hills unfold their story,
A tapestry woven, of earthy tones and glory.
The tree's dark silhouette, a majestic sight,
A bridge between worlds, in the fading light.
It stands as witness, to the passage of time,
A keeper of memories, a symbol sublime.
In its bark, the years are etched like lines,
A testament to life's enduring designs.
The tree's presence whispers, of a world unseen,
A realm of wonder, where magic is gleaned.
In its branches, a haven for the soul,
A place of refuge, where love makes its goal.