Kalung'e

In the heart of the bustling village fair,

Where dreams and desires fill the air,

There lived a lady named Kalung'e, rare,

Whose wisdom spoke with a gentle flare.

"Patience, dear friends," she would softly say,

"Creates masterpieces in its own sweet way.

For anything forged in haste's fierce blaze,

Will cost more than the price one pays."

With eyes that gleamed like the moonlit night,

She warned of impatience' blinding light.

"For every rush, a hidden toll,

A price too steep for the eager soul."

Yet, some ignored her sage advice,

And hastened to mold their dreams precise.

But soon they found, to their dismay,

The toll of haste in every way.

For love, like a flower, needs time to bloom,

And dreams, like rivers, need space to resume.

Kalung'e's wisdom, a beacon bright,

Guided those who sought the light.

So let us heed her timeless creed,

And sow our seeds with careful heed.

For in patience lies the truest art,

And the richest treasures of the heart.