In the gentle whisper of dawn’s first light,
Patience stands, a guardian of the soul,
In the tender embrace of night’s quiet flight,
It waits, a story only time can unfold.

Through storms that rage and days that blend,
It holds its ground, unwavering, still,
Like the steadfast earth that will not bend,
It keeps its silent vigil, an unyielding will.

In fields of dreams where doubt may grow,
Patience plants seeds of quiet grace,
From the smallest sprout, a strength will flow,
As time reveals its gentle, hidden face.

And when the shadows finally break,
The dawn will paint the skies anew,
For those who wait, who do not forsake,
A world of light, a promise true.