In lands where ancient cultures dance and sing,
Where stories are woven, and bells do ring,
Lies a truth, both ageless and profound,
In whispers of winds, and in the ground.
"Even the smallest achievements," they say,
"Pave way to great success," guiding the way.
From mountainous peaks to the vast sea's crest,
It's the little steps that pass the test.
In vibrant markets, under golden sun's caress,
The potter's first pot, the seamstress's first dress,
The farmer's first grain, the painter's first stroke,
All are tiny feats, yet hope they evoke.
The dancer's first step, the singer's first note,
The writer's first line, the sailor's first boat,
Though minuscule they seem in the grand parade,
They're the pillars of dreams, on which futures are laid.
For in every culture, tale, or song,
This universal truth carries along.
Greatness isn't birthed in leaps or in bounds,
But in silent, small steps,
Because the power of smallest achievements can be profound.