Eternal Olive
Reflection
In twisted branches, ancient wisdom sleeps,
A guardian of secrets, the olive tree keeps.
Its leaves, a gentle rustle, whispers low,
Of peace and harmony, as the winds do flow.
The trunk, a sturdy pillar, strong and wide,
A symbol of resilience, standing with pride.
The roots, a labyrinth, deep and dark,
Drink from the earth, a nourishing spark.
The light, a warm embrace, shines bright and bold,
Illuminating all, young and old.
In this serene landscape, we find our peace,
A reflection of our soul, in the olive's release.