Like whispers in the dawning light,
Respect arises, pure and bright,
In every gesture, every glance,
It weaves the threads of happenstance.

In silence or in spoken word,
Its presence felt, though often unheard,
A gentle touch, a knowing nod,
That bridges gaps and breaks the clod.

A beacon in the darkest night,
It guides us all to what is right,
In every heart, it finds a place,
A timeless bond that we embrace.

So let us honor, let us see,
The power of humility,
For in respect, we find our way,
To brighter dawns and kinder days.