The mountain stands, unmoved by wrath
The sword unsheathed may cut the air,
But silence wins the fiercest stare
In stillness, strength; in shadow, light,
The wise endure the longest night
No victory comes to those who haste,
The fruit of patience yields no waste
The mountain stands, unmoved by wrath
The sword unsheathed may cut the air,
But silence wins the fiercest stare
In stillness, strength; in shadow, light,
The wise endure the longest night
No victory comes to those who haste,
The fruit of patience yields no waste