The Tree of Life

Rooted in the depths of time, Where sunlight dances, shadows climb, A verdant giant, strong and old, A story in its bark unfolds. Branches reach for heavens high, Whispering secrets to the sky, Leaves like emeralds, shimmer bright, Catching dreams in the morning light. Blossoms burst in vibrant hues, Promises whispered, soft dews, A tapestry of life's design, Where every thread with fate entwines. Beneath the boughs, a haven lies, Where creatures crawl and spirits rise, A sanctuary from mortal strife, Embracing all in vibrant life. Roots dig deep in fertile ground, Through whispered secrets, wisdom found, Connecting past and present time, In nature's grand and vast design. The Tree of Life, a symbol bold, Of strength, resilience, stories told, A universe in every leaf, A testament to life's sweet grief. So let us stand in reverence near, And feel the pulse of life held dear, For in the branches, whispers blow, "Though seasons change, life still will flow.”