In the twilight's gentle glow, Where crones of wisdom gently sow, Their hair like silver, pearls of night, Weaving tales of love and light. With hands that touch the sands of time, They give the world their ancient rhyme, In whispers soft, or laughter loud, They teach beneath the star-lit shroud. From giving hearts, pure gifts unfold, Through stories wise, and warmth untold, In every line, a pearl anew, Received by those who seek the true. A circle formed, where ages bind, In wisdom's light, we come to find, In giving, love, and lessons deep, The seeds of life that women keep.