In the quiet whispers of the dawn,
Where shadows dance and dreams are drawn,
Humility stands in silent grace,
A gentle smile upon its face.

It asks not for the world’s acclaim,
Nor seeks the heights of fleeting fame,
But finds its strength in simple deeds,
In tender hearts and silent needs.

Through humble hands, the world is healed,
With love and care, the truth revealed,
For in each act of quiet might,
Humility shines pure and bright.

So let us walk this path of light,
With hearts unburdened, spirits bright,
Embracing all with gentle hand,
In humility, we understand.