In the gentle whisper of time’s embrace,
Lies a quiet strength we often chase,
For patience is the silent guide,
Through storms and tides, it will abide.

Like rivers carving paths through stone,
It teaches us to stand alone,
Yet find the joy in shared delay,
As moments bloom in slow array.

The seeds we plant in fertile ground,
With patient care, will soon be found,
As blossoms reach toward the sun,
Our waiting hearts know they’ve begun.

For patience is the art of grace,
A journey, not a frantic race,
In stillness, we discover light,
And find our way through darkest night.