Waiting

In the hush of dawn, I stand alone,

With silent breath, the seeds are sown.

Time drifts by, a gentle stream,

In the quiet, I dream.

A clock ticks on, its steady beat,

A Moments pass beneath my feet.

In stillness deep, where shadows play,

I wait for night to turn to day.

A Hope lingers like a distant star,

A beacon bright, though faint and far.

In patience, strength begins to grow,

In waiting, truths we come to know.

In waiting, hearts can sometimes pale.