Silent Now,But Soon a Roar

She moves in shadows, soft and still, A whisper lost among the breeze, Her strength lies deep, a silent will, That no one hears, that no one sees. The world may think her voice is gone, Her fire quenched, her spirit worn, But deep within, the flames burn on, A lion's heart, a roar unborn. Her silence isn't weakness shown, It's calm before the tempest's might, A gathering storm, a power grown, A spark that waits to blaze to light. And when the time is ripe and true, When dawn breaks through her darkest night, The world will see what silence knew— A lion's roar, her fiercest fight. No longer soft, no longer small, Her voice will shake the earth and skies, She'll rise above, she'll stand so tall, With roaring strength, the world will rise.