In quiet grace, the happy stand,
They do not flaunt with boasting hand.
Their words are few, but pure and bright,
Each spoken thought, a shard of light.

They seek to learn, with open heart,
In every day, they find new art.
Their hands are quick to lift the weak,
In kindness, strength is theirs to speak.

Their laughter rings, unchained and free,
A melody of joy's decree.
To nonsense, they give no mind,
In wisdom's course, they stay aligned.

Their bodies move, with rhythm, strong,
To health and life, they do belong.
No crown they claim, no throne, no right,
For all they earn is born from inner might.

With mindful lips, they shun the sweet,
For balance keeps their spirits fleet.
They sleep in peace, their dreams aglow,
Awake to greet the sun's first show.

In every book, new worlds they find,
And gratitude flows from their mind.
They share their light, they rise with grace,
And greet the day with a smiling face.