The Sage's Wisdom
Reflection
In the depths of his eyes, a world of wisdom resides,
A sage's gentle gaze, where knowledge abides.
The turban wraps his head, a symbol of his lore,
A guardian of the past, and keeper of the score.
His beard flows like a river, a testament to time,
A map of wrinkles, etched upon his face so divine.
The robes he wears, a cloak of reverence and might,
A shield of honor, in the light of day and night.
His presence is a balm, to soothe the soul's dark night,
A guiding star, that shines with gentle, loving light.
In his stillness, we find a sense of peaceful nest,
A refuge from life's storms, where we can be our best.
The sage's wisdom whispers secrets, of a world untold,
A mystic's tale, of trials and of trials to unfold.
His eyes, like ancient tomes, hold stories yet untold,
A keeper of the mysteries, where wisdom is made gold.