In the quiet heart of night,Where whispers of the soul reside,Lies a gentle, guiding light,A beacon where true virtues hide.Through storms that rage and winds that call,Virtue stands with silent grace,Unyielding through the rise and fall,A steady force in every place.In kindness found and truth embraced,Virtue walks with humble stride,Planting seeds of hope and faith,In every heart where love abides.With courage born of inner peace,It shapes the world with gentle hand,A timeless force that shall not cease,A bridge to all that we withstand.