"Pine Tree Sapling" - Bahamas AI Art
Things Take Time
The seed you plant, with hope and careful hand,
Doesn't burst forth, a forest in the land.
It rests beneath the soil, in slumber deep,
While sun and rain their patient vigil keep.
A tender shoot, then leaves, a fragile start,
A whispered promise, close within the heart.
And years will pass, through seasons, soft and stern,
Before the mighty oak, its lessons learn.
So too, your dreams, however grand they seem,
Are not fulfilled in one effulgent gleam.
The architect envisions, clear and bright,
The towering structure bathed in morning light.
But then the drafts, the calculations slow,
The foundations dug where solid footings go.
Each beam, each brick, meticulously placed,
A testament to time, and not to haste.
The blueprint perfect, but the building grows
By measured steps, as every craftsman knows.
The scholar pores, through pages worn and thin,
A vast domain of knowledge to take in.
No sudden flash illuminates the mind,
But patient toil, a truth they hope to find.
The tangled theorems, riddles to unbind,
The insights gained, by thoughtful, deep design.
A quiet struggle, through the midnight hours,
Before the wisdom blossoms, full of powers.
For mastery is not a swift ascent,
But steady climb, on learning's long intent.
