New Beginnings Without Noise

I do not announce the dawn
before it breaks.

No trumpet follows
the first green shoot
pushing through winter soil.

I have learned
that beginnings need no audience,
only courage enough
to take the first quiet step.

So I grow in silence—

like roots finding water,
like rivers carving stone,
like the moon changing shape
without asking to be seen.

Transformation arrives softly,
not with thunder
but with steady becoming.

And one day,
where stillness once stood,
there is a forest.

No declaration.
No spectacle.

Only the undeniable proof
that something beautiful
was growing all along.