In the theater of life, a drama unfolds, Where humility’s story, a treasure to behold. It weaves a tapestry, both dark and light, A dance of contrasts, from day to night.
In the garden of virtue, it takes its root, A fragile seed, a humble shoot. But beware, for arrogance lurks nearby, A tempting force, in the shadow’s sly.
Humility, the gentle whisper of grace, A tender smile on a weary face. In its embrace, kindness finds its way, Amidst the chaos of the everyday.
Yet don’t mistake it for weakness, dear friends, For in its depths, great strength does blend. It’s not servitude, nor a timid plea, But a quiet power that sets the soul free.
The good of humility, like a beacon’s glow, Lights the path where compassion may flow. It nurtures love, fosters empathy’s bloom, In the heart’s secret chambers, it finds room.
But let us not forget the darker side, When false modesty, like a serpent, hides. A mask it wears, a wolf in sheep’s attire, Deception cloaked in a modest mire.
It may be used to manipulate and deceive, A tool of ego, it may falsely achieve. Beware the trap, for its treacherous snare, As true humility, it seeks to impair.
So, in the grand tapestry of life’s grand ball, Humility twirls, enthralling all. A dance of contrasts, both good and bad, A reminder to us, of the choices we’ve had.
Embrace the good, shun the ill, In humility’s dance, find your will. A balance to strike, in this grand parade, Where the soul’s true beauty will never fade.
