Deep roots descend, a whispered grace, Embracing earth's heart, a sacred space. A tree stands tall, a beacon bright, Where ancient wisdom ignites the light. Sunlight's embrace, a golden ray, On leaves that dance, in joyous sway. And strength resides where shadows play, Where rootlets dream, of a brighter day. Each tendril fine, a thread of gold, To stories whispered, brave and bold. A bridge to realms where spirits soar, And love's embrace forevermore. For in those leaves, a gentle sign, Of loved ones near, their light divine. A whispered comfort, soft and low, From hearts that knew, and still do know. The earth breathes deep, a vibrant song, As roots entwine, where we belong. A tree's deep knowing, understood, In quiet moments, bathed in good. For in those depths, where hope takes flight, The heart finds solace, pure and bright. A rooted faith, a love so true, Where spirit whispers, "I'm with you."