In the woods, where raindrops gently fall,
A wise old Sage strides, standing tall.
Amidst the downpour’s rhythm and beat,
He seeks solace in nature’s retreat.
Beneath an umbrella, crafted with care,
An ingenious creation, light as air,
The Sage finds shelter from the rain’s pour,
Using ladies’ white bras, forevermore.
Each delicate cup, a protective dome,
Shielding him from nature’s watery tome.
With ingenuity, he fashioned a shield,
A whimsical secret, in the woods concealed.
The Sage walks on, with wisdom untold,
Amidst the rain, a story to unfold.
The bras, an unexpected solution,
Reflecting life’s constant evolution.
For in life’s storms, when challenges loom,
Creativity blooms, dispelling gloom.
The Sage, a master of adaptation,
Teaches lessons in true innovation.
With every step, he finds solace and peace,
In the rain’s embrace, his worries release.
Nature’s orchestra plays a soothing refrain,
As The wise old Sage wanders, free from strain.
So let us, like The Sage, learn from this tale,
To think outside the box, when skies grow pale.
Embrace life’s challenges, weather the storms,
And discover brilliance in the simplest forms.
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Great poem, Andrew. I often wonder where you get your ideas from. This one is amusing, and I love the photos you include of the sage in all your wonderful poems about him. I can’t imagine how you get them to be so perfect for the poems you write. Do you use AI?
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Hi Ellie, thank you 😊. The images are the difficult and most time consuming thing! They can take hours to get the right one… I use a computer generating programme for them. Inspiration usually comes from things that have amused me in the week . . I think how would The Sage respond!
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