Step 4 Poem

Step 4: a hand beside your own,  

No longer do you walk alone.  

A glance exchanged, a steady grace,  

Two hearts aligned in sacred pace.  

Step 4: the clouds begin to rise,  

The climb more steep beneath the skies.  

Yet shoulder to the shifting breeze,  

You laugh, you lean, you learn with ease.  

Step 4: not knowing what's ahead,  

But knowing that you're not misled.  

You walk the wild, you dare the steep—  

For dreams are meant for souls that leap.