Gongah

In the quiet realm of patience, Gongah stood,

A man of restless heart in a tranquil wood.

With eager eyes fixed on the hands of time,

He learned the truth in rhythm and rhyme.

Through the whispers of leaves, a lesson was heard,

Sometimes, waiting is a song, not a word.

In the hush of anticipation, he found his art,

A melody composed in the depths of his heart.

Gongah realized, like seasons in repose,

Life unfolds in the stillness it bestows.

In the tapestry of moments, patience is spun,

A symphony of waiting, a dance yet undone.

The world moved around him, a cosmic ballet,

Yet Gongah discovered peace in the delay.

For in the pause between dusk and dawn,

A serenity found, a new perspective drawn.

So, he embraced the cadence of the quiet,

As time unveiled its secrets, like a soft riot.

In the realm of patience, Gongah learned to see,

Sometimes, waiting is where one truly is free.