In the quietude of morningâs gentle embrace,Discipline stands as a guardian, firm and true,Guiding each step in the unfolding race,Crafting dreams with patience anew.
It whispers through the rustling leaves,Tales of persistence, of unyielding aim,In every heartbeat, in every breath it weaves,A tapestry of purpose, a steady flame.
Through the trials and the paths unknown,Discipline carves its silent mark,In the solitude where true strength is shown,Illuminating the soul in the dark.
Embrace its call, its quiet might,For in every trial, itâs discipline we find,Leading us through the longest night,To the dawn where dreams are intertwined.