Surrender is the breaking of chains, quietly.
Willingness blooms like a flower in hard soil.
Acceptance whispers peace where doubt once stood.
Trust is the river, flowing, without fear or fight.
Surrender bends without bruising, softly leaning.
Willingness, a hand unclenching, palms open wide.
Acceptance, the embrace of truth, deep and sure.
Trust falls gently like rain, nourishing, unseen.
Surrender is the moon’s light, steady, constant.
Willingness dances in the wind, unafraid to sway.
Acceptance is the sun setting, then rising anew.
Trust is the earth beneath, holding all, always.