The Sage's Wisdom

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.