In the quiet hush of moments still,
Where time seems paused, and hearts distill,
Patience blooms like flowers rare,
A gentle breath fills the air.

Waiting, though a silent friend,
Weaves a tapestry to mend,
Frayed threads of time, now aligned,
In its embrace, peace we find.

Seasons pass, and tides do turn,
Lessons learned, as embers burn,
Patience teaches, softly sings,
The beauty that each moment brings.

So, in the space where dreams reside,
With hopeful hearts, we do abide,
For patience whispers, all in time,
The sweetest fruits are most sublime.