In the stillness of the morning’s light,
Where shadows dance with tender grace,
Patience whispers softly through the night,
A gentle hand in time’s embrace.
The river flows with measured pace,
Each drop a story, slow yet wise,
Teaching hearts to find their place,
In moments where true beauty lies.
The trees in silent vigil stand,
Their leaves a testament to years,
Teaching us to understand,
That growth is born from patient tears.
So let us walk this path with care,
With patience as our guiding star,
For in its quiet, we prepare,
To find the peace of who we are.