Elders of old reach up
high for the answers to
questions untold, to
ask the stars for the wisdom
they hold more ancient
than any story of man
ever told.

knowledge kept for things
seen, a record of time as
they blink what seems
for an eternity to the men
of old.

Elders ask the questions,
waiting for those above to
give guidance to those below.
A star shoots across a cloudless
sky, this is an answer to them
but only in there interpretation
will the answers be told.