In the stillness of the evening glow,
Where shadows weave their gentle tales,
Wisdom whispers through the trees,
Guiding hearts on ancient trails.
The moonlight dances on the riverâs face,
A mirror of the soulâs deep quest,
In silence, truths begin to trace,
Leading us to our own behest.
Stars above in their endless flight,
Remind us of the paths we’ve trod,
In their glow, we find insight,
A sacred bond with land and God.
In the quiet corners of the mind,
Wisdom blooms like morning dew,
A gentle voice, forever kind,
Holding secrets, bold and true.