In the quiet dawn of early morn,
Where dreams and reality are freshly born,
Lies the promise of a day unscorned,
By the touch of discipline, life is adorned.

Through trials and errors, we tread the line,
With focus sharp and hearts benign,
To master the art of the divine,
And in our struggles, stars align.

The whispered call of fleeting ease,
Tempts us with its gentle breeze,
But discipline’s grip we must seize,
For in its hold, true freedom we release.

So let us walk this steadfast trail,
With every step, we shall not fail,
For discipline’s light will prevail,
Guiding us through life’s grandest tale.