The Sage’s Path

The Sage’s Path

Walk the road where silence speaks,
Through the valley, past the peaks.
Not all who wander, lose their way,
Some are learning what to say.

The wind it hums, the stars they shine,
Telling tales beyond our time.
If you listen, if you wait,
Truth will find you at the gate.

Oh, the sage walks slow but never strays,
Wisdom grows in quiet ways.
Through the fire, through the cold,
Every step turns dust to gold.

Eyes that see beyond the veil,
Hearts that weather every gale.
Not by strength and not by might,
But by knowing wrong from right.

The wind it hums, the stars they shine,
Telling tales beyond our time.
If you listen, if you wait,
Truth will find you at the gate.

Oh, the sage walks slow but never strays,
Wisdom grows in quiet ways.
Through the fire, through the cold,
Every step turns dust to gold.

Seasons change and kingdoms fall,
But the truth still stands through all.
Not in thunder, not in rain,
But in whispers soft and plain.

So I’ll walk the path ahead,
Follow voices of the dead.
For their words still light the way,
Guiding me to find the sage.