Enduring Wisdom Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

Pages turn, a whispered breeze,
Stories bloom among the trees.
New voices rise, a vibrant sound,
In journals where ideas are found.
Fresh ink spills, a modern art,
Speaking truths to mend a heart.

Yet older songs, they still remain,
Through sun and wind and gentle rain.
Words of poets, long ago,
Still make our spirits softly glow.
Their wisdom deep, a guiding light,
Shining in the darkest night.

Both new and old, a mingled grace,
Fill every poem, time and space.
A tapestry of joy and pain,
Whispered softly, felt again.