On fields of gold, where shadows hiss.
A gentle breeze whispers through the trees,
Carrying tales of ancient prophecies.
A heart beats strong, with purpose true,
A soul ignited, cleansed anew.
For noble deeds, a path unfurls,
To mend the world, and heal the whirls.
No selfish gain, no fleeting whim,
But love's embrace, a sacred hymn.
To lift the weak, to guide the lost,
To fight for right, at any cost.
In every act, a silent vow,
To serve the good, here and now.
A quiet strength, a burning flame,
That whispers softly, "I'm not the same."
For duty calls, a beacon bright,
To shine a light, in darkest night.
With gentle hand, and fearless heart,
To play a part, and never depart.
So let the wind carry the song,
Of noble deeds, where we belong.
For in each act, a truth unfolds,
A story told, of courage bold.