In the whispers of the night, strength unfurls,
A silent force, like roots beneath the earth,
Growing steadfast through storms and swirls,
Nurtured by hope and the fires of rebirth.

Through shadows deep, it finds its way,
A river carving stone, slow yet sure,
In moments of doubt, it chooses to stay,
A quiet resolve, patient and pure.

Not in the roar, but in the soft breath,
Strength is a gentle hand that guides,
Through the valleys of fear and the specter of death,
In the heart’s stronghold, it quietly abides.

So rise with the dawn, let courage be your song,
For in the silence, a mighty spirit thrives,
In the tapestry of life, where we all belong,
Strength is the thread that gently weaves our lives.