The tree and divine stairs

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.