Elder's Wisdom

In the lines of his face, a story unfolds, Of trials and triumphs, of battles and gold. The blue stripes on his cheek, a symbol of might, A testament to the struggles of the night. His eyes, like the stars, shine bright with a fire, That burns with a passion, a heart's greatest desire. The feathered headdress, a crown of his pride, A symbol of his people, his heritage inside. In his gaze, a deep wisdom is revealed, A knowledge gathered, through the years he's concealed. His presence is a reminder, of the past and the present, A bridge between the two, where love and respect are bent. In his face, a story is told, of a people and their land, A testament to the strength, that they've held in their hand. The light on his face, a highlight of his soul, A beacon of hope, that guides us to our goal.