A Tale Of A Blessed Town Poem by Sumita Jetley

In Eldoria's embrace, ‘neath hills that sing,
Whispers of forests, and springs that bring.
Lived Eli, a crafter, his hands wove peace,
In chaos and storm, his calm would not cease.

Morin, the sage, had taught him the dance,
Of mind over matter, not left to chance.
'Paths of peace, ' he said, 'are yours to choose,
Not by the road's end, but by the views.'

Winter's harsh whisper, a trial, a test,
Eldoria's heart, put to the quest.
Scarcity's shadow crept silently in,
Eli stood firm, where others grew thin.

His workshop, a beacon, in cold's deep bite,
A haven for hands, to craft and to fight.
Together they learned, from scarcity's edge,
Unity's power, a solemn pledge.

Eli's belief, a seed deeply sown,
In minds and in hearts, a truth fully grown.
That all is well, through storm, through strife,
In the canvas of mind, we paint our life.

Through seasons that turn, from winter to spring,
Eldoria thrived, a communal wing.
The lesson engraved, in every heart's door,
Peace is a journey, not a shore.

So here's to the paths, through high and through low,
Guided by minds, where peace rivers flow.
Eli's tale, a beacon of light,
In the darkest of times, a guide to the right.