By Paul Baldry

An old man stands in a field, alone,
Where whispers of time in shadows are sown.
Life’s lessons linger in the quiet breeze,
Hidden wisdom among the dancing trees.

The seasons shift, as does the earth,
Spring’s tender blooms, a tale of rebirth.
Summer sings with golden flare,
His youthful passions still linger in the air.

Autumn arrives, a fiery embrace,
Leaves like memories, falling in grace.
Winter’s frost creeps with its heavy hand,
Marking the years like grains of sand.

The field transforms as chapters unfold,
Each season a story, a truth to be told.
In shadows deep, his eyes now gleam,
Life’s elusive wisdom, a poet’s dream.

So seek the shadows, where wisdom sounds,
For in their depths, treasures are found.
The old man stands, his soul complete,
A witness to life’s cyclical feat.