Beneath a canvas of cerulean skies,
A spectacle of nature's artistry lies,
Where shaggy roots cascade from branches high,
A banyan tree, an ancient guardian, stands by.
Its trunk, a symphony of gnarled might,
Extends its reach towards the heavens' light.
With limbs that spread like welcoming arms,
It weaves a tapestry of captivating charms.
But oh, the marvel lies in the roots that sway,
Like tendrils dancing in a playful display.
They drape the tree in a shaggy, untamed gown,
Creating an aura of mystery, profound.
These aerial guardians, thick and strong,
Reach down to earth, where they belong.
They drink the nectar from the fertile soil,
Nurturing the banyan, through sun and toil.
Beneath its shade, a sanctuary unfolds,
Where life's stories are whispered and told.
Creatures seek refuge, amidst the branches wide,
In the shaggy embrace of the banyan, they confide.
So let us marvel at this majestic sight,
Where shaggy roots and wisdom unite.
For in this ancient tree, a symbol so grand,
We find a testament to nature's command.