In the silent whispers of the dawn,
Where shadows softly fade and light is born,
Lies the gentle art of humility’s grace,
A quiet strength, a tender embrace.

Among the rustling leaves and gentle breeze,
It dances lightly through the swaying trees,
A humble heart that seeks not to boast,
But finds its peace in what matters most.

In the humble hands that work the soil,
In every drop of sweat and honest toil,
Lies a quiet dignity, a life well-spent,
In simple joys and blessings sent.

For in humility, we find our way,
Through trials faced and lessons of the day,
A gentle guide through the storms we face,
Teaching us love, kindness, and grace.