In the silence of the ticking clock,
Where moments stretch like golden sands,
We find the art of waiting,
In patience, we learn to stand.
The world spins in haste around us,
Yet we walk a measured pace,
With quiet grace we hold our ground,
In waiting, time we embrace.
The gentle whisper of the breeze,
Carries tales of those who wait,
In patience, we find our strength,
In stillness, we navigate.
As dawn breaks through the nightâs embrace,
And the sun warms the waking land,
We learn that patience is a gift,
A journey through timeâs gentle hands.