Step 5 Poem

Step 5: the winds begin to speak,  

Their voices low, their currents sleek.  

The climb is fierce, the sky unsure,  

But something stirs that feels so pure.  

Step 5: a truth beneath the stone—  

That growth begins where seeds are sown.  

Not every path will lead you home,  

Yet every step is not alone.  

Step 5: you pause, you breathe, you see—  

The strength was not in victory.  

It lives instead where shadows gleam,  

Inside the quiet, pulsing dream.