It starts with care, a gentle hand,\u2028
A tiny hope, a simple plan.\u2028
No need to rush, just let it grow,\u2028
Small beginnings take it slow.
It’s not the race, it’s not the time,\u2028
It’s the quiet steps that feel like mine.
Small beginnings, watch them rise,\u2028
Underneath the open skies.\u2028
Every moment, soft and true,\u2028
Small beginnings lead me through.
A tender root, a subtle sign,\u2028
The smallest shifts that realign.\u2028
No sudden moves, just steady care,\u2028
Small beginnings everywhere.
It’s not the race, it’s not the time,\u2028
It’s the quiet steps that feel like mine.
Small beginnings, watch them rise,\u2028
Underneath the open skies.\u2028
Every moment, soft and true,\u2028
Small beginnings lead me through.
The little things, the seeds we sow,\u2028
They teach us all we need to know.\u2028
Quiet effort lights the way,\u2028
Small beginnings help us stay.
Small beginnings, watch them rise,\u2028
Underneath the open skies.\u2028
Every moment, soft and true,\u2028
Small beginnings lead me through.
Small beginnings, let them be,\u2028
Growing roots in harmony.