In the garden of thought, where wisdom blooms bright,
A flower takes root in the soft dawn light.
Its petals unfurl with knowledge profound,
Yet its fragrance is found where hearts are unbound.

In fields of the mind, ideas take flight,
But the soul holds the key to navigate right.
For wisdom alone can be cold and severe,
Without the warmth of the heart, it’s hard to endear.

The sage and the seeker, hand in hand,
Traverse the rich soil of this...