In the quiet gaze of morning light,
Where shadows dance and softly play,
Respect takes form, a gentle might,
Guiding hearts along their way.

Through the whispers of the trees,
A language spoken without sound,
Respect flows like a calming breeze,
On this sacred, common ground.

In every smile exchanged in passing,
In the nod that welcomes and understands,
Respect binds us, ever-lasting,
A bridge built by humble hands.

Let us walk with open hearts,
In every step, in every choice,
For in respect, our journey starts,
In its embrace, we find our voice.