In the silent dawn where dreams ignite,
Virtue stands, a gentle guide,
With hands that hold the morning light,
And eyes that see where shadows hide.

Through whispers in the autumn breeze,
It calls to those who seek its grace,
A path where selfish desires cease,
And kindness finds its rightful place.

In every heart, a seed is sown,
Of courage, truth, and empathy,
A garden where true love has grown,
Fed by the roots of honesty.

Let virtue be the northern star,
Guiding ships through stormy seas,
For in its light, we travel far,
Towards the shores of harmony.