Tree of Life Glass Pendant

A circle of glass where a small tree is kept,

Its roots in the quiet, its branches out-swept.

It hangs at the heart like a window of green,

A miniature world that is felt more than seen.

Some days it is strength when the wind starts to push,

Some days it is shelter, some days it is hush.

The tree in the glass does not speak, does not claim —

It simply keeps growing inside of its frame.

Choose the one whose colors feel closest to true,

The one that looks back a little like you.

Then wear the small axis that travels along —

A Tree of Life carried, quiet and strong.

A circle of glass where a small tree is kept,

Its roots in the quiet, its branches out-swept.

It hangs at the heart like a window of green, A miniature world that is felt more than seen.

Some days it is strength when the wind starts to push,

Some days it is shelter, some days it is hush.

The tree in the glass does not speak, does not claim —

It simply keeps growing inside of its frame.

Choose the one whose colors feel closest to true,

The one that looks back a little like you.

Then wear the small axis that travels along —

A Tree of Life carried, quiet and strong.