Humble is the morning breeze
that quietly hosts its sky of mist;
Humble is the over-achievement
that's celebrated without banter;
Humble is the heroic act
that only the hero knows about;
Humble is the private prayer
that says Thank God, for being there
Humble is a virtue that breeds
it's own praise and gratitude
Humble is a gift that can be hard
to open- because it's wrapped in gold.
FjR-MMXV
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi Frank, A poem full of wisdom with viewpoints I embrace. Thank you, Paul