A few lines about distance, patience, and trusting the process when the road ahead is not entirely clear.
We measure the road by the miles ahead,
Forgetting the weight of the steps we’ve tread.
The hours are quiet, the progress is slow,
But seeds in the dark take a season to grow.
There is no rush to the edge of the sky,
Just steady hands and an open eye.
Trust in the work when the waiting is long,
For time is the space where the roots grow strong.