A majestic, gnarled tree stands alone on a tiny, rocky island

A majestic, gnarled tree stands alone on a tiny, rocky island, surrounded by vast, serene waters that gently lap at the shore, with a few wispy clouds drifting across a pale blue sky, the tree's twisted branches stretching towards the heavens, its rough bark a deep, weathered brown, its leaves a vibrant green, rustling softly in the breeze, the island's rough terrain covered in a scattering of green moss and a few scattered rocks, the tree's roots digging deep into the earth, a sense of peaceful isolation emanating from the scene, as if time stands still in this serene, idyllic world.