Ocean waits without demand
Sky rests soft on silver sand
Wind curls secret in the foam
Future holds no shape or home
You stand still with quiet rope
No applause for silent hope
Sail lifts slow through tender air
Destiny begins aware
Breeze arrives without decree
Faith prepares before the sea
Not the gust but readiness
Shapes the voyage grants success
Raise your sail before the proof
Trust arrives beneath no roof
Wind finds those who dare prepare—
Fate comes first to hearts laid bare