The Eternal Leaf

In Liora’s heart, a towering tree stood tall,

The Tree of Eternity, with leaves so bright.

Each century, a single leaf would fall,

Bestowing endless life, a wondrous sight.

Adventurers from far and wide would seek

The magic leaf, to claim eternal breath.

Elara, healer, driven by the weak,

Hoped to dispel her village’s looming death.

Through tangled woods and shadowed glens, she roamed,

Her heart, aflame with hope, her spirit strong.

For years she journeyed, far away from home,

Her quest for life’s sweet gift, a timeless song.

At last, she reached the sacred, ancient tree,

And saw the fabled leaf begin to fall.

With trembling hands, she caught it eagerly,

And felt its power surge, a mighty call.

Yet with this gift, a curse she did not see,

For immortality demands a price.

Elara watched her loved one's age and flee,

Her heart, now trapped in time's relentless vice.

She wandered through the ages, all alone,

A guardian of Liora’s magic wood.

Her wisdom grew, her sorrow deeply known,

Her warning was clear, as by the tree she stood.

"Seek not the leaf," she’d say to those who came,

"For endless life brings solitude and shame."