In the quiet of a breaking dawn,
Strength lies waiting, soft and withdrawn.
It grows in shadows, unseen, unheard,
A silent promise, a whispered word.

Beneath the weight of the world’s demands,
It stands unyielding, with gentle hands.
Through trials fierce, and burdens heavy,
It finds its path, steady and ready.

The heart, though weary, beats strong and true,
With courage born from skies so blue.
In every tear, a lesson learned,
In every fall, a soul returned.

For strength is not in battles won,
But in rising each day, with the sun.
In quiet moments, it finds its way,
A light that guides through night and day.