The strength within our souls cannot be willed awake with words alone,
Nor does it rise like dawn in hurried light.
It grows in quiet moments, shaped by gentle storms and whispered trials,
A tender forging through the arc of time.
Along life’s meandering trails, we meet both shadow and shine,
Each experience a soft caress, a whispered lesson to the heart.
Though knowledge opens windows to the world’s vast depths,
True courage blooms in the spaces between our fears and hopes.
Without the touch of wind and rain to stir its fragile petals,
The heart remains a blossom locked away in glass,
But only when we stand unyielding through the soft rain,
Does our spirit awaken—resilient, alive, and unbreakable.