1%

One percent more than yesterday,

A quiet promise made at dawn,

No thunder in the effort shown,

Yet change begins and fear is gone.

A single drop, a subtle move,

Too small for eyes that rush and race,

But oceans grow from patient drops,

And time remembers every trace.

One percent faith when doubt is loud,

One breath held firm against the night,

The weakest spark, still burning on,

Can teach the dark the shape of light.

No sudden leap, no instant crown,

Just steady hands and humble aim,

The world is shaped by those who choose

Progress over perfect gain.

So honor that small daily rise,

The inch that moves your life’s design—

Great change is born, not in a roar,

But in the strength of one percent.