Branch bowed low beneath the wing
Flight delayed its whispered spring
Feathered chest breathed slow and deep
Sky could wait;soul chose sleep
Others soared through crowded blue
Clamoring for wider view
Still this bird learned sacred ground—
Rest makes song a truer sound
Power grows in folded stance
Quiet builds the future dance
Muscles mend through silent grace
Dreams regain their humble place
Do not rush to prove or fly
Greatness pauses in the sky
Strength returns to those who rest—
Stillness builds the beating chest