In quiet moments, we reflect, The truth of triumph we inspect. Not gold, nor fame, nor grand acclaim, But hearts that kindle gentle flame. Success is found in what we sow, In seeds of kindness we bestow. It's in the peace that fills our night, When dreams align with skies so bright. For in each soul that finds its voice, In love and laughter, we rejoice. The measure true of life's embrace, Is written in the heart's own pace.