Old tree

Strong, large, and wide, an old tree stands firmly, Though external forces bring ,vulnerability It doesn’t fall apart, its soul stays alive. Each ring carved in the bark,resilience and patienc it marks. Wise as the internal sky, old as weathered rocks, Like the ceaseless love and nurturing soil. The golden rays scatter, dancing through the leaves, A bustling canopy shelters all lives beneath As time rushes, hollowed from inside, Sapwood thins, and its vascularity fades, But wisdom's height never counts the days, The marks earned by nature are embraced more. The older it grows, the more courage it finds to accept and let go. Engrossed in the meaning of peace and life, It waits for eternal, cozy, sleepy time