On the path, the humble tread,
Lies strength untold, where soft words flow.
A gentle heart, with patience in its core,
Finds grace in silence, never more.
With open ears, it listens to the plight,
Of others' woes, their sorrows in the night.
It bows not low from fear or deciet,
But stands with others, kind hearts can meet.
It bears no crown, yet wears such grace,
In every action, on each face.
For pride may roar, humble hearts will sing,
Of selfless love, and joy that kindness to us it brings.
To serve, not rule, it finds sweet peace,
In lifting up others, thier burdens cease.
No need for praise, just persevere,
In every deed, where love exists.
So let us walk with humility in mind,
A treasure rare, and seldom found,
Embrace humility, where it is seen,
The finest form of human dignity.
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