Rush

When echoes fade and the noise is gone,  

A spark is lit, and hope is drawn.  

The calm unveils what the rush conceals,  

A quiet breath, and the soul reveals.  

No clamor, no shouts, no deafening sound,  

True strength is found where peace is profound.  

A gentle whisper stirs the mind,  

A path emerges, clear and aligned.  

The pause before the storm takes hold,  

The stillness that shapes the bold.  

Through silent sparks, breakthroughs grow,  

A roaring flame from a subtle glow.