Fantasy World 🌌: Veil of Thunder

Veil of Thunder ⚡

Beneath the tempest's howl, it stands,
A towering soul of ancient hands.
Its branches twist like tortured veins,
As thunder whispers through its pains.

Darkened skies, the storm’s fierce breath,
A canopy of quiet death.
The tree, a sentinel alone,
Its roots deep in the earth, unknown.

The lightning strikes, a jagged tear,
Yet still it stands, unwavering there.
The winds may bend, the skies may roar,
But time will mark its heart once more.

Its bark, a canvas of the years,
Etched with scars, yet free of fears.
Veiled in shadows, it holds its ground,
A silent witness to the sound.

In every gust, in every flash,
The old tree whispers through the crash—
“Endure, endure, through all the storm,
For I, the ancient, still transform.”