The Tree of Life

Standing tall, with roots deep in the earth,

A tree of life, of immeasurable worth,

Its branches reaching towards the sky,

A symbol of strength, that will never die.

From tiny seed, to towering height,

A journey of growth, that's a wondrous sight,

A testament to the power of life,

And the endless potential, to conquer strife.

In its branches, a home for birds to rest,

And in its shade, a place to be blessed,

A sanctuary for all that lives,

A gift of nature, that always gives.

In spring, it buds with vibrant life,

And in autumn, it sheds with gentle strife,

A cycle of rebirth, that never ends,

A reminder that life, on Earth, ascends.

Its bark, a texture of roughened skin,

A history of years, it keeps within,

A memory of all that's gone before,

A witness to life, that forevermore.

The tree of life, a symbol of strength,

A lesson in growth, that spans the length,

Of time and space, a gift to behold,

A reminder to cherish, as we grow old.