In the quiet dawn where whispers meet,
Respect blooms softly, a gentle beat.
A nod, a smile, a hand held out,
In silent strength, it shouts aloud.

Through trials faced and storms endured,
Respect remains, a bond assured.
In every eye that meets another,
Lives a promise, to cherish and cover.

From ancient tales and wisdom old,
Respect is the thread, the heart’s pure gold.
Holding space for every voice,
In unity, we find our choice.

A tapestry woven with care and grace,
Respect is the light in every place.
In giving honor, we find our way,
To a brighter dawn, a better day.