Beneath the woven arms of trees,
Where sunlight dances through the leaves,
The sky peers down with gentle grace,
And time slows in this sacred place.
Each branch, a verse of nature’s song,
Each leaf, a dream we’ve held so long.
They stretch like prayers toward the light,
Through tangled dark, they still take flight.
The sun, though veiled by emerald skin,
Still sends its warmth to reach within.
A golden thread through shade it weaves,
A silent truth that still believes.
That even when the path is tight,
And shadows dim our line of sight,
There’s always hope above, around—
In broken beams, in rustling sound.
So lay beneath this whispered dome,
And find in stillness, breath, and home.
For in the hush of leaf and ray,
The soul remembers how to stay.
After reading the prompt on photography by 
The above picture was taken in LASU campus
The shining bright light in the midst of the tree captivated my attention to take it.
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