In the quiet hours of dawn’s early light,
Discipline stands, a sentinel in the night,
Guiding steps on paths unseen,
To dreams that whisper in the morning sheen.

Through tempests fierce and trials grim,
It holds the line when hope grows dim,
A steadfast friend in darkest days,
Leading hearts through life’s complex maze.

In moments when the spirit wanes,
And doubt takes hold with icy chains,
Discipline whispers, “Stay the course,”
A gentle, yet unyielding force.

For those who seek the highest peak,
It’s discipline they must first seek,
The silent guardian of each stride,
The faithful guide to dreams untied.