In the quiet moments of our days,
Lies a strength that softly sways,
Humility, a gentle grace,
That never seeks a higher place.

With modest steps, it walks unseen,
In shadows where the proud have been,
It finds its power in the meek,
And lifts the hearts of those who seek.

Not in the roar of loud acclaim,
Nor in the quest for fleeting fame,
But in the simple, honest deed,
Humility plants its humble seed.

So let us cherish this quiet friend,
On whom our true worth does depend,
For in humility’s embrace,
We find our most authentic space.