Nobly

Nobly the dawn spreads its quiet gold,
A steady hand that bears the weight of honour.
In every stride, a silent promise kept—
To serve, to stand, to lift the weary heart.

When shadows fall, the spirit does not bend,
It roots itself in courage, firm and true.
Thus nobly we walk, with honour as our guide,
Our deeds a hymn to the quiet, steadfast light.