Beneath the quiet stars that softly glow,
Patience weaves its gentle thread through night,
In the silence where the dreams flow,
Time holds its breath, awaiting dawn’s light.

The river’s song hums a lullaby,
Stones rest beneath its ceaseless stream,
While trees stand tall against the sky,
In their stillness, they dare to dream.

Seasons dance in a slow, rhythmic grace,
Each leaf a tale of waiting told,
In their dance, we find our place,
As life unfolds its stories bold.

With every heartbeat, moments drift,
In waiting, patience finds its art,
As time’s embrace becomes a gift,
Whispering peace into the heart.