In the quiet whispers of the night,
Where dreams and hopes silently reside,
Patience stands, a gentle guiding light,
Through the tides of time, a constant guide.

The seasons change, as do the skies,
Yet steadfast is the heart that waits,
For in the stillness, wisdom lies,
Unraveling the threads of fate.

Each moment holds a silent grace,
In the dance of time’s embrace,
With every breath, a sacred space,
Where patience finds its rightful place.

In the garden of tomorrow’s dreams,
Patience blooms like flowers rare,
For in the waiting, life redeems,
A tapestry woven with tender care.