In the quiet whispers of the dawn,
Where time moves soft and slow,
Patience blooms like a hidden song,
In the hearts that gently grow.

Amidst the winds that speak in sighs,
And rivers that meander free,
Patience finds its steady ground,
In the dance of leaf and tree.

In the embrace of silent nights,
Where stars hang in tranquil grace,
Patience learns the art of hope,
In the vastness of infinite space.

For in the gentle flow of time,
Where moments weave their tale,
Patience stands as a steadfast friend,
In the journey where dreams set sail.