In the stillness of the morn, virtue quietly wakes,
A gentle whisper in the wind, a light the dawn creates.
It walks upon the tender earth with footsteps soft and true,
Guiding souls with silent grace, a beacon bright and blue.

Through trials of the heart and mind, virtue stands so tall,
A shadow cast in the darkest night, a voice that will not fall.
It weaves its way through tangled paths, a thread of golden hue,
Binding hearts and healing wounds, with strength forever new.

In the warmth of kindness shared, virtue finds its place,
A light within the shadowed lands, a gentle, loving face.
It carries hope upon its wings and dreams upon its breath,
A promise whispered softly, a love that knows no death.

So let us walk with virtue near, in every step we take,
A guide in moments of despair, a choice we daily make.
For in the heart where virtue dwells, a garden blooms anew,
A world of peace and harmony, where every dream comes true.