In the quiet realm of canvas lives the “Tree of Life” divine, An arboreal tapestry where shades of time intertwine. Stretched from root to firmament, under a cobalt sky, It stands in resolute grandeur, whispering tales gone by.
Bark etched with ancient wisdom, gnarled branches spread wide, A testament to endurance, to the centuries it’s defied. Its emerald leaves a chorus, singing in hushed whispers, Echoing life’s melody, in soft, shivering flutters.
Silver streams of moonlight filter through its boughs, Drawing liquid silver lines on the earth that it endows. In the dark, it glimmers, a beacon in the night, Unyielding in its splendor, a symbol of resilient might.
A palette of vivid colors; rust, sapphire, and gold, Narrating epochs of existence, stories untold. Beneath the “Tree of Life,” shadows dance and sway, Bearing witness to tomorrow, the keepers of today.
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