It starts with care, a gentle hand,\u2028 A tiny hope, a simple plan.\u2028 No need to rush, just let it grow,\u2028 Small beginnings take it slow. It’s not the race, it’s not the time,\u2028 It’s the quiet steps that feel like mine. Small beginnings, watch them rise,\u2028 Underneath the open skies.\u2028 Every moment, soft and true,\u2028 Small beginnings lead me through. A tender root, a subtle sign,\u2028 The smallest shifts that realign.\u2028 No sudden moves, just steady care,\u2028 Small beginnings everywhere. It’s not the race, it’s not the time,\u2028 It’s the quiet steps that feel like mine. Small beginnings, watch them rise,\u2028 Underneath the open skies.\u2028 Every moment, soft and true,\u2028 Small beginnings lead me through. The little things, the seeds we sow,\u2028 They teach us all we need to know.\u2028 Quiet effort lights the way,\u2028 Small beginnings help us stay. Small beginnings, watch them rise,\u2028 Underneath the open skies.\u2028 Every moment, soft and true,\u2028 Small beginnings lead me through. Small beginnings, let them be,\u2028 Growing roots in harmony.