The Sage's Gaze

In the depths of his eyes, a world of wisdom resides, A sage's gaze that pierces through time and space, A visage worn by the trials of the ages, Yet, in his expression, a serene peace takes its place. The turban wrapped around his head, a symbol of his lore, A testament to the knowledge he has stored, The lines on his face, a map of his life's journey, A path that has been long, and winding, and slow. His beard, a flowing river of white and gray, A crown that adorns his face, a symbol of his sway, The texture of his skin, a testament to his years, A topography of experience, etched through laughter and tears. In his eyes, a deep understanding shines, A knowing glance that sees beyond the veil of time, A connection to the universe, a oneness with the whole, A sense of belonging to something greater than his soul.