The Unassuming Bloom

A gentle breeze whispers through the trees,

A soft humility, that brings us to our knees,

The strongest souls, with hearts so pure,

Are those who wear, their greatness with a gentle lure,

Their feet remain, upon the ground,

As they reach for heights, where dreams are found,

Their voices whisper, in quiet tone,

A gentle strength, that's never overthrown,

The flowers of humility, bloom in secret shade,

Their fragrance wafts, a sweet perfume that's made,

To scent the air, with a gentle might,

A beauty unassuming, a wondrous sight,

Yet we, in our pride, so often forget,

The power of humility, that's truly met,

We strive for grandeur, for fame and praise,

And overlook, the quiet, gentle ways,

Let us remember, the beauty that's unseen,

The strength in softness, the power in being meek,

For in humility, we find our greatest might,

And our true greatness, shines with gentle light.

Quote:

Humility is the fragrance that flowers leave on the ground as they rise to greatness.

Omatee Ann Marie Hansraj

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