The Sage gives counselling to a Seagull

In a coastal realm where seagulls soar,
A wise old Sage dwelled on the shore.
With flowing beard and eyes so keen,
He’d seen the world, its joys, and its spleen.


One day, a seagull with a troubled heart,
Fluttered to The Sage, seeking a fresh start.
Its feathers ruffled, eyes filled with fear,
Haunted by a memory that wouldn’t disappear.


“O wise Sage,” the seagull spoke,
“I’ve flown through storms, witnessed the smoke.
But a traumatic event shook my soul,
Now I’m lost, struggling to be whole.”


The Sage, with empathy, opened his ear,
Knowing the seagull’s pain ran deep and clear.
“Rest your wings, my feathered friend,
Let healing words and solace mend.”


“Take solace in the vast, endless sea,
Its rhythmic waves bring tranquillity.
Inhale the salted air, breathe it in,
Feel the tides wash away the din.”


“Embrace the sky, the endless blue,
Where freedom’s breath whispers to you.
Stretch your wings, reclaim your flight,
Leave the shadows of that haunting night.”


“Seek the company of seagulls like you,
Those who’ve weathered the storms, found breakthrough.
Share your tales, let voices intertwine,
Together, find solace, your hearts align.”


The seagull nodded, its spirit stirred,
Feeling hope and courage slowly interred.
The Sage’s words, like a gentle breeze,
Brought solace, a balm to the seagull’s unease.


With time and therapy, the seagull soared,
Regaining strength that had been deplored.
The wise Sage’s counsel, a beacon so bright,
Guided the seagull from the depths of its plight.


And so, The Sage continued his role,
Guiding souls back to being whole.
A beacon of wisdom on the shore,
Helping creatures heal, for evermore.