In the whisper of the morning light’s first glow,
Patience stands, a gentle guide, still and slow.
Through fields of dreams where shadows softly play,
She waits with grace for the dawning day.
Beneath the sky where silent stars abide,
Patience walks with calm, a river wide.
Her steps are measured, never in haste,
In her quiet strength, no moment is waste.
As leaves fall gently from the autumn trees,
She listens to the song of the evening breeze.
Each moment savored, a treasure untold,
In her embrace, the heart learns to hold.
In the tapestry of life’s endless race,
Patience finds beauty in every space.
With her, we journey through time’s gentle flow,
Embracing the art of waiting as we grow.