Courage.
It started small,
Like a tiny ripple on a glassy lake,
Like a slender petal soon to unfurl into a vibrant blossom,
Like the first whisper of cool air announcing winter's coming embrace,
Like an amber arrow of light paving the sunrises way.
And then it grew,
Like a smile spreading into a chuckle before erupting into laughter,
Like a wave graciously building to a tremendous crescendo before tumbling into a frothy mass of bubbles,
Like the innumerable grains of sand that are gradually swept into a wondrous dune,
Like a deluge of rain miraculously transforming fields from crispy golden to verdant green.
It was called courage and it always remained.