Grasses lean toward first gold
Dew crowns earth in stories told
Hill stands patient through the night
Holding faith in coming light
No complaint through frost or shade
No demand for warmth delayed
Hope hums low beneath the stone
Strength grows quiet never shown
Dawn climbs slow no trumpet blast
Soft pink blooms across the vast
Warmth slides down in gentle streams
Hill exhales forgotten dreams
Stand like earth through darkest hours
Let patience bloom in quiet powers
Sun arrives for those who stay—
Light honors hearts that do not sway