In the quiet dance of morning light,
Virtue walks on paths untold,
With gentle whispers, soft and bright,
A story of courage, slowly unfolds.

Through the eyes of kindness, it sees,
The beauty in the simplest deed,
A heart that gives with utmost ease,
Fulfilling every silent need.

Patience stands like a sturdy tree,
Rooted deep in the soil of time,
Its leaves whisper serenity,
In every season, every clime.

Hope rises with the morning sun,
A beacon in the darkest night,
Guiding us until the day is done,
With virtue’s ever-glowing light.