In the whispers of the trees, respect is found,
A gentle nod, a silent vow that binds,
The world turns softly, where respect surrounds,
In every heart, a place where warmth unwinds.

In each gaze met with understanding’s grace,
A bridge is formed where souls can freely roam,
Respect, a language of the human race,
In every word, it whispers, “Welcome home.”

The colors blend, yet none outshines the rest,
In unity, respect holds its gentle reign,
For each unique, each different is blessed,
In harmony, our richest tapestry is lain.

Through storms of life, where tempests often rage,
Respect stands firm, a lighthouse guiding true,
In every heart, it turns another page,
A timeless bond, forever to renew.