In the quiet dawn of morning light,
Humility whispers soft and bright,
A gentle touch, a serene grace,
Reflected in each humble face.
It dances in the shadows cast,
A silent strength that holds so fast,
No need for glory, fame, or praise,
Just simple truths in quiet ways.
Beneath the stars, as night descends,
Humility its peace extends,
No boastful cries, no loud acclaim,
Just humble hearts that light the flame.
In every act of selfless care,
A humble heart is always there,
A guiding light, a gentle breeze,
A testament to simple ease.