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They all gather where the market fools are loud
I keep walking on a road that I have plowed
Every headline screams a brand-new way to win
I read the soil, not the chattering of men
Let them measure glory in a single leap
I will build the staircase from the seeds I keep
While they crash into each other for a place
I am drawing out the pattern of the waiting space
Not a single step is wasted when you know
Where the river bends and where the roots will grow
In the silence of the orchard, I can hear
The harvest is a promise, not a fear
While they scramble for the prize, I plant in the quiet row
Laying roots before the cold, I can weather any blow
They will run from here to there and make no sound
But I stay and claim the solid ground
I sow before the crowd
And I reap while they are loud
My calm is a kind of pride
I don't run with the restless tide
Steady roots
The harvest comes to those who wait
I have built my own estate
While the fields of hurry always break
I'm awake
Now the season turns to gold
Every seed becomes a story told
People always say I'm blessed by chance
I was building roots in every circumstance
When the market starts to shake and bend
I am standing steady till the very end
I don't follow the trending cries they make so loud
I prepare for days when silence is allowed
And I take the crop when the time is right
Not too early, not too late to hold the light
So when winter finds the city's silent square
I am rich from all the harvest that I share
Long before the storm arrived, I had finished all my plans
Every change in wind and rain fits inside my open lands
When the panic hits the crowd so hard
I am ready, I have played my card
I sow before the crowd
And I reap while they are loud
I enjoy the fruit of time
Not the sprint but the steady climb
Grain and vine
I have watched the seasons align
Every turn is by design
All that I have planted now is mine
And I'm fine
