The Sage and the Cotton Bud

In a land where wisdom reigns so grand,
Lived an old Sage with tales unplanned.
His beard flowed down like a river’s bend,
A wise old soul, a lifelong friend.


One morn he rose from his slumber deep,
From dreams of stars and secrets to keep.
He searched his bed with a furrowed brow,
For a cotton bud that had wandered somehow.


A quest began, both solemn and true,
In pursuit of a bud, a quest anew.
With every crease and every fold,
The Sage sought the cotton’s tale untold.


Through ancient tomes and scrolls he pored,
For a remedy he sought, and wisdom stored.
Yet the cotton bud played hide and seek,
Amidst blankets warm and shadows meek.


He pondered the riddle his bed had become,
A challenge unique, a trial for some.
With laughter in eyes that held ancient lore,
He whispered a lesson from times of yore.


“In life’s vast tapestry, threads may stray,
Lost in the folds of night and day.
Embrace the mystery, let worries part,
For hidden treasures lie in every heart.”


With patience and grace, he gazed above,
To the cosmos vast and the stars that move.
Though the cotton bud eluded his grasp,
He found solace deep, a truth to clasp.


So remember this Sage, so wise and old,
Whose tale of a cotton bud was told.
In life’s small moments, the lessons reside,
In the search, the journey, where hearts confide.