Guardians of Hope

A dark forest,
Withered trees,
Not a being stirs,
No heart beats.
Ageless guardians stand,
Wise and guiltless.
Who can compare?
To them they come,
Weary souls,
Lost and confused.
Their cares they cast
Upon their roots.
Their burdens they bury
At their feet.
A glimmer of light
It streams down,
Slowly gaining its hold.
And with it grows hope.
Glittering like gold,
It stirs a man's soul.

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