Patience's Palette

In canvas of existence, a masterpiece unfolds, Beautiful things take time, like tales of old. A symphony of moments, intricately designed, Each stroke of seconds, a work of art divine. Like petals of roses, tenderly they sway, Unfurling beauty, with each passing day. The sculptor's chisel, chips away with care, Revealing majesty, beyond compare. Seasons of growth, like layers of earth, Nourish the seedling, of radiant birth. Sunbeams of patience, illuminate the way, Guiding the journey, through life's busy day. Rivers of time, flow smoothly to sea, Shaping the shores, of destiny. The weaver's loom, threads of experience spin, Tapestry of wisdom, with each passing kin. Oh, beautiful things, don't rush to the stage, For premature blooms, wither in life's gauge. Let moments mature, like ripening fruit, Savoring sweetness, in patience's pursuit. In patience's crucible, gold is refined, Purified by fire, the heart and mind. The beauty of time, like sunrise unfurls, Revealing splendor, in life's whorls. Embrace the wait, don't rush the pace, For beautiful things take time, in every place. Let patience's palette, paint life's design, And beauty will bloom, in its own sweet time.