The Quiet Strength of Becoming

Stand gently where your footsteps meet the day,
Let patience teach you how to move ahead.
Every small kindness lights a hidden way,
Every true word becomes the bread we’re fed.

Do not race the sun or fear the night,
Both shape the soul in different tones.
Hope grows strongest in consistent light,
Built from simple acts and honest bones.

Give more than you expect to gain,
Learn even when the road feels long.
A better world begins again
Each time you choose what feels like right.