In the silent whispers of the dawn,
Where pride and ego fade away,
A humble heart finds strength to yawn,
Embracing life in a modest way.

Beneath the grand and towering trees,
Where shadows dance and rivers flow,
It’s in the smallest, simplest breeze,
That true humility starts to grow.

No need for accolades or praise,
For in the quiet, humble night,
The stars themselves will gently raise,
A soul that shines with purest light.

So walk the path with head held low,
And let your heart be free of pride,
For in humility, you’ll know,
The peace that in your soul resides.