In the garden of time, where moments bloom,
Patience stands tall, dispelling gloom.
A virtue of strength, a tranquil art,
A symphony of grace that warms the heart.Like a river’s gentle flow, steadfast and sure,
Patience weaves stories that endure.
With quiet resolve and unwavering gaze,
It guides us through life’s winding maze.In trials and tests, a steadfast friend,
Patience whispers, “This too shall mend.”
Through stormy nights and skies of gray,
It teaches us to find our way.Oh, patience, you paint the world anew,
Turning waiting into a journey so true.
In your embrace, the hurried heart finds rest,
As we learn that life’s rhythm is often best.So let us embrace this virtue rare,
With open hearts, and souls laid bare.
For in patience’s cradle, dreams take flight,
And the world transforms from dark to light.In the realm of time’s garden, we find,
A sanctuary of peace for heart and mind.
Patience, the guardian of our soul’s delight,
Guides us through the day and into the night.With each passing moment, it gently weaves,
A tapestry of hope that never leaves.
In the stillness it offers, we find our way,
Through life’s intricate dance, come what may.So let us treasure this virtue, so pure,
For in patience’s embrace, we endure.
A symphony of grace, a tranquil art,
In the garden of time, where moments start.
