Vital Roots
Reflection
In twisted bronze, the tree ascends,
A symbol of life that never ends.
Roots deep, branches wide and free,
A dance of vitality, for you and me.
The leaves, a canvas of green and blue,
Reflecting life's hues, both old and new.
The trunk, a story of strength and might,
A pathway to the light, shining bright.
In every twist, a tale is told,
Of resilience, of growing old.
The tree stands tall, a testament to time,
A reminder of life's rhythmic rhyme.
Its beauty is a gift to behold,
A treasure trove of stories untold.
In its depths, a mirror to the soul,
A reflection of our own life's role.