A line of gold divides the blue
It waits for eyes that dare renew;
No haste can reach no claim can own
The distance keeps its patient tone
It moves but never leaves its place
It holds the balance holds the grace;
The sun ascends in measured flight
Through layers built of tender light
The lesson hums through calm and flame
The pace of truth remains the same;
No need to rush no need to know—
The journey blooms by moving slow
Each dawn repeats what night forgot
That timing lives in nature’s thought;
The horizon hums through sea and sky—
Endure believe and still rely