In the quiet of the morning light,
Where dreams and hopes take gentle flight,
I sit and wait with heart serene,
For time to weave its unseen scheme.

The days may stretch and nights may blend,
Yet patience stands, a loyal friend,
Through trials fierce and moments gray,
It guides me gently on my way.

With every tick of passing hours,
I gather strength from unseen powers,
For waiting is a subtle art,
That nurtures deeply in the heart.

So as the seasons change and flow,
I trust in what I do not know,
For patience is the key to find,
The treasures that life leaves behind.