Silver Gaze
Reflection
In the depths of its eyes, a wisdom shines,
A mirror to the soul, a heart that aligns.
The silver fur, a cloak of mystic hue,
Guards secrets of the wild, both old and new.
The gaze is piercing, a window to the mind,
A reflection of the wild, left behind.
The gentle folds around the eyes, a map of time,
Tell stories of the journey, through the forest's rhyme.
The nose, a gentle slope, a pathway to the past,
Leads to the heart, where love and wisdom last.
In this still moment, the monkey's soul is free,
A reflection of our own, wild and carefree.