In the quiet dawn of morning light,
Where shadows dance and dreams take flight,
Lies a humble heart, unseen, unknown,
With grace and love, it stands alone.

Not seeking praise or worldly fame,
It walks through life with no acclaim,
A silent strength, a gentle hand,
It lifts the fallen, helps them stand.

The humble soul, so pure and true,
Knows every heartache, yet renews,
With every act of selfless care,
It finds a peace beyond compare.

In humility, we find our worth,
A treasure rare upon this earth,
For in the quiet, unassuming way,
True greatness shines, and love holds sway.