Wise Steps
No rush.
Across the terrain goes the tortoise.
Intently moving toward its destination
Slow but assuredly, it moves without hesitation.
Moving barely, barely moving
But steadfast it remains.
There is no balking as it moves down the line.
Every step taken leaves a lasting imprint.
With each one, purpose shows
No missteps. No rush.
And so goes the tortoise.
No procrastination.
Only wise steps of purpose
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