The Well Within

Beneath the soil where secrets lie,
A treasure waits, though dry roots sigh.
Not scattered hands nor fleeting aim,
But steady focus wins the game.

A single spot, a chosen ground,
Where patience hums its steady sound.
The earth resists, the shovel weighs,
Yet courage keeps the heart ablaze.

To dig in haste at every plot,
Is chasing dreams that time forgot.
One place alone, with heart and will,
Will see the ground at last distill.

Each strike, each turn, a promise near,
Through sweat and faith, the depths appear.
For in the dark where none would dare,
A well springs forth, a prize most rare.

So dig, not wide, but dig with care,
And let your faith the burden bear.
The water flows for hearts that try,
Beneath the soil, beneath the sky.