In the quiet moments of dawn’s first light,
Wisdom whispers softly, guiding our sight.
Through the tangled paths of life’s great maze,
Her gentle hand leads us through the haze.

With every fall and rise we face,
She teaches strength, with endless grace.
Not in the shouts, but in the calm,
Her voice like a soothing balm.

When shadows loom and fears ignite,
Her lantern shines, burning bright.
In silence, her truths unfold,
Turning our hearts to purest gold.

So heed her call, both soft and grand,
For wisdom waits, her truths at hand.
Embrace her lessons, deep and true,
And find the strength to start anew.