Inch By Inch
Not felled by force, but patient hands.
The stream that cuts through stone and clay,
Moves inch by inch, yet carves its way.
A step, though small, ignites the flame,
While leaps may falter, lose the game.
For mighty jumps, though bold and loud,
May leave the heart beneath a shroud.
The seedling grows in steady grace,
Not rushing forth to claim its place.
A forest springs from roots that hold,
A silent tale of growth untold.
The power lies in what persists,
Not fleeting bursts or clenched fists.
So tread with care, one step, then two,
And watch the world reshape for you.
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