Eternal Arboreal

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.