There are seasons in life that move quiet and slow, 

No fanfare to greet them, no bright, outward show. 

Just a slight gentle movement where change has begun, 

The space in between where you are and what’s to come.

A time when your progress is subtle, unseen, 

Carrying you onward with a rhythm serene. 

Each step may feel small, but it’s building your ground, 

Strength in the silence where your centre is found.

These moments may seem slight, but keep steady your pace, 

You’ll learn more than patience, to progress with grace. 

No applause in the background, no spotlight yet given, 

Just onwards you go in your own silent rhythm.

For growth doesn’t need to be loud to be real, 

Some seasons are quiet and in time will reveal 

How far you have come in your steady, calm pace, 

The quiet steps forward that have shaped your own space.

So honour the progress that whispers, not shouts 

The kind that reshapes you from the inside out. 

It’s the quietest seasons that strengthen your core, 

Preparing you gently for all that’s in store.