Where the power begins, in the quiet of the dawn,
A whisper, soft as wind, before the light has shone.
In the silence of the earth, where the roots entwine,
A spark of change begins to burn, in the heart’s design.
It starts within the soil, deep beneath the ground,
In the pulse of life, where dreams are yet unbound.
Like rivers running deep, like stars that faintly gleam,
It stirs with gentle force, with an unspoken dream.
It rises in the air, in the spaces between,
A hum, a steady rhythm, in places yet unseen.
It climbs through every mind, through every whispered prayer,
The power waits, an answer, like the breath of open air.
From the smallest touch, from the quietest sound,
It spreads its wings like fire, taking root all around.
Where the power begins, it’s the seed that grows inside,
A force unseen, yet everywhere, where hearts and souls collide.
Thank-you for reading.
Much Love and Light,
Brenda Marie
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