The Quiet Strength of Humility

In a world that shouts, I choose the quiet,
A gentle whisper, a heart unrioted.
For pride may climb and seek the sky,
But humility finds where true treasures lie.

Not in the glare of boastful light,
Nor in the claims of being "right."
It lives where kindness softly treads,
In words unspoken, in tears unshed.

Humility bends, but it does not break,
It gives more than it dares to take.
It’s not weakness, nor defeat,
But a steady pulse, a quiet beat.

It learns from all, both small and grand,
And finds its strength in an open hand.
It bows to wisdom, yet stands for truth,
A timeless grace, untouched by youth.

For mountains crumble, empires fall,
But humility outlasts them all.
It whispers, “You’re no greater than the rest,
But neither less; just do your best.”

So plant your feet on humble ground,
In its silence, richness is found.
Not in triumph, not in fame,
But in love’s enduring, unspoken name.