🌹 “The Patient Bloom”
A rose does not rush the morning light,
nor chase the hurried hands of time.
It listens to whispers of sun and rain,
and gathers strength in silence, sublime.
Each petal holds a secret song,
a hymn of waiting, soft and true.
No haste can force its grace to rise,
for beauty blooms when it is due.
So let your heart, like roses be,
unfolding gently, day by day.
Trust the rhythm life bestows,
your perfect time will find its way.
