In the quiet whispers of dawn,
Time stretches its gentle wings,
Patience becomes a silent song,
As the world quietly sings.
The river flows with endless grace,
Carrying dreams in its gentle embrace,
Waiting for the sun to rise,
Painting the sky with soft surprise.
Beneath the stars, a longing heart,
Finds solace in the night’s gentle art,
As moments weave through time’s gentle hands,
Crafting stories in waiting’s strands.
In every breath, a silent prayer,
For patience to hold, for dreams to dare,
And in the waiting, life unfolds,
A tapestry of stories yet untold.