Roots of White

Roots of White

In the quiet dark, a tree stands tall,

Its roots like bones in the earth’s soft soil

White as winter, bright in the night,

A symbol of strength, a haunting sight.

Branches stretch out in open space,

Finding calm in this shadowed place.

Each root a path, each twist a line,

A tale of endurance, a story divine.

Here, in contrast, beauty remains,

A tree that lives through joys and pain.

This tree, these roots, so pure, so bright,

A quiet reminder in the depths of night.