For it humbly lies below.
In its depths, its power lies,
Drawing strength from humble ties.
To govern, you must stoop low,
Let the people’s voices grow.
To lead, you must learn to trail,
Follow first, and you won’t fail.
Master stands above the rest,
None feel burdened, none oppressed.
She strides forth, yet all feel free,
Guided by her subtle plea.
Grateful hearts the world bestows,
For with none she ever rows.
In her grace, none can compare,
Humble strength beyond compare.