In the forest's hush, where whispers play,
A tree stands tall, in the light's ballet.
Its branches reach like divine stairs,
Ascending heights, shedding earthly cares.
Bark, a tapestry of stories untold,
Witness to time, ancient and bold.
Leaves like pages in the wind's embrace,
A dance of life, a rhythmic grace.
Roots delve deep, in the soil's embrace,
Anchored firm, a steadfast base.
Each ring, a chapter, a silent prayer,
Climbing the divine stairs, beyond compare.
Upward, where the celestial meets the earth,
A symphony of nature, a sacred rebirth.
On those steps of wood and wind,
A journey begins, where spirits are twinned.
Amongst the leaves, whispers of the divine,
A secret language, a timeless sign.
In the tree's embrace, find solace and peace,
Ascend the stairs, where wonders never cease.
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Comments (1)
Oooo, this was so magical. Loved your poem!