if the conditions . do not favor growth, the tree . waits until they do
listen for a while . a tree can’t tell its story . in a single day
sometimes a story . will reveal itself slowly . but we lack patience
the protectors wait . modestly, without a need . for their name in lights
the lamp provides light . but only in the darkness . until then, it waits
with patience and time . clarity arrives, leaving . ideas behind
noise and confusion . are the tools of distraction . but patience reveals
a discarded chair . might be the throne in a court . we don’t understand
autumn is waiting . around the corner, patience . one cup at a time
despite what we’re told . sitting still is not lazy . it requires patience
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