The path to wisdom winds unseen, A tapestry of years, a whispered scene. Not in words or grand pronouncements known, But in quiet echoes, seeds that have been sown. It isn't knowledge gained from books alone, But lessons etched, like patterns on a stone. It's in the pause before a hasty act, The gentle understanding, that can never be retracted. It's the wisdom of acceptance, not despair, To find the beauty in a world that's rarely fair. The art of letting go, of knowing when to seize, To sail the sea of life with gentle, softest ease. So listen closely, not just to the sound, But to the silence, that lies all around. For wisdom isn't shouted, it's heard in the core, The still, small voice that lives forevermore. Experimental soundscape and escapees me in this organic, bouncer of a tune, Drum tight.