In whispers of the ancient trees,
Where silent leaves do softly sway,
The wisdom of the ages breathes,
Guiding us upon our way.

Beneath the stars that light the night,
In constellations’ tender glow,
Lies wisdom’s gentle, endless might,
A truth that all the wise ones know.

In rivers’ flow and mountains’ height,
In every dawn and twilight’s hue,
Wisdom’s touch is pure and light,
A gift from old to ever new.

So heed the whispers of the past,
And let their lessons shape your mind,
For wisdom’s truths will ever last,
A treasure for all humankind.