In the quiet of the night, a whisper speaks,
Of ancient tales and truths that time seeks,
Through the winds and rustling leaves,
Wisdom flows, in the silence it weaves.

Beneath the stars, the old oak stands,
A sentinel of lessons, across the lands,
Its roots deep, its branches high,
A testament to the wisdom of the sky.

The river flows, with secrets untold,
In its currents, stories of the old,
Each ripple a word, each wave a phrase,
Echoing wisdom through the days.

Listen closely, to the earth and sky,
In their embrace, the answers lie,
For in the heart of nature’s song,
The wisdom of the ages belongs.