Ancient Wisdom

In twisted branches, ancient secrets sleep, A tree stands guard, its wisdom deep. Roots dig deep, into the earth below, A symbol of strength, in a world that may know. The leaves rustle, with a gentle breeze, As the tree's spirit, in harmony, it frees. The trunk, a testament, to years gone by, A guardian of tales, in a silent sky. The branches stretch, like arms to the heavens above, A plea for connection, a labor of endless love. In its stillness, a story unfolds, Of growth, of trials, of a life that's old. The tree's essence, a reflection of our own, A journey through time, where wisdom is sown. In its ancient heart, a mirror to our soul, A reminder of the path, we've yet to unfold.