In the quiet moments when words are few,Respect stands tall, unwavering and true.It whispers through the rustling leaves,In every heart that believes.Respect is the gentle hand that holds,The bridge between the young and the old.It’s the steady gaze, the knowing nod,A silent oath, a sacred bond.In the tapestry of life’s embrace,Respect embroiders every space.It’s the gentle rain on barren soil,The soothing balm after the toil.May we nurture this timeless grace,In every act, in every place.For in respect, we find our way,A guiding star, a light of day.