A bonsai, a whispered echo of the forest's soul, Roots clinging to the cradle of a shallow earthen bowl. Tiny tree, with branches wide, a miniature sprawl, Leaves that whisper ancient tales when the night winds call. In its stance, a quiet grace, a serenity profound, A dance of life and time within each leafy bound. Artistry of nature, hewn by human hands with care, Life's endless cycle, in a single breath, captured there. Each curve and twist, a testament to time's gentle flow, A living sculpture, changing as the seasons come and go. Majesty in miniature, a universe held still, The bonsai stands, a tiny tree, bending to the artist's will.