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.