When mighty forces clash in strife,
Victory bows to wisdom’s life.
The one who bends, yet does not break,
Will find the path that others forsake.
In yielding, strength is often found,
A gentle power, profound and sound.
For he who bends with grace and skill,
Conquers all with steadfast will.
The finest athlete seeks a worthy test,
A general knows his foe the best.
Businessmen serve the common good,
Leaders follow where the people stood.
They compete with a playful heart,
Like children, they embrace their part.
In harmony with her natural way,
They shine in every game they play.
All streams to the sea do flow,
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.
