Excellence

With every patient stroke, the brush refines,

Each canvas tells a story, line by line.

The sculptor's hand, with practice, learns to see

The form within the stone, meant to be.

The athlete trains, their body etched with sweat,

Muscles that fire, a perfect silhouette.

The musician's touch, a melody unveiled,

Fingers that dance, a story to be played.

Excellence blooms from seeds of small routine,

Repetitions sown, where brilliance is seen.

The failures stacked, a path that leads us on,

Each misstep mastered, victory to be won.

So keep at it, though progress seems so slow,

For with each sunrise, a new skill will grow.

For excellence resides in what we do,

And repetition paves the way for you.