Living a Life of Excellence

Not in a palace built of gold, nor a throne of ivory carved, But in the heart where embers glow, excellence is truly served. It blooms not in the sterile gleam of trophies won on marble floors, But in the soul's resilient song that whispers through open doors. It ripples not in stagnant pools where shadows lie and brood, But in the river's rushing tide, a symphony is misunderstood. It shines not in the polished lens of fame's relentless gaze, But in the quiet candle's flame that lights a lonely maze. For excellence is not a crown, a burden grand and cold, But in the dance of sun and rain, a story waiting to unfold. It whispers in the wind-kissed leaves, a hymn of ancient trees, And sings in raindrops on the roof, a lullaby of ease. It's woven in the spider's web, a masterpiece of grace, And sculpted in the weathered rock, a testament to space. It hums in bees' industrious wings, a symphony of gold, And flickers in the firefly's light, a story yet untold. So seek not excellence in halls where marble statues stand, But in the calloused hand that plants a seed in barren sand. It's not in victory's fanfare, nor the conqueror's stride, But in the gentle hand that heals, in love that knows no tide. For excellence is not a quest for things that the eye can see, But in the quiet, steady beat of what you truly are. It's in the laughter shared with friends, a warmth that melts the frost, And in the tears that cleanse the soul, a lesson never lost. So let your spirit soar like hawks on the thermals of the sun, And weave your tapestry of life, with threads of light outrun. For excellence is not a race, a finish line to claim, But in the journey's every step, a whispered, burning name. Live, love, and learn, with open eyes and open hearts, And in the tapestry you weave, find your work of art. For excellence is not a prize, a trophy held aloft, But in the quiet, steady flame, the ember's burning soft.