The Art of Being Calm

The art of being calm, of holding back, 

To wait for reasons in a world gone slack. 

The patience to endure the storm, 

To understand why hearts transform. 

A quiet strength that wraps the cold, 

In gentleness, no need for scold. 

Soft hands extended to those who race, 

With time, we keep a steady pace. 

A warmth to heal a wound so deep, 

Where trust and loyalty gently seep. 

A silence held, a listening ear, 

For whispers, doubts, and hidden fear. 

With humor bright, a lightened heart, 

A friendly soul, a work of art. 

Taking things in easy stride, 

Beside them when the tides divide. 

To stand through nights and stormy seas, 

With strength to love, and grace to ease. 

A friend, a guide, a gentle balm, 

The art of patience, the art of calm.