Ancient Sage
Reflection
In the depths of his eyes, a thousand stories reside,
A map of wrinkles, etched by time and pride.
His beard, a river of wisdom, flows like silver gray,
A testament to seasons lived, and lessons learned on the way.
The turban on his head, a symbol of his heritage true,
A keeper of traditions, and tales anew.
His gaze, a piercing glance, that sees beyond the veil,
To the heart of the matter, where truth and wisdom prevail.
In his presence, we find solace, a sense of calm and peace,
A reminder of the wisdom, that only age can release.
His is a spirit, that has traversed the ages,
A sage, a guide, a keeper of the turning pages.