In the realm where stars doth twine,

Where echoes fade and dreams align,

Resides a soul, pristine and clear,

Where virtue dwells without veneer.

With each step, it treads the path of right,

Through shadows dark and shimmering light,

For in its core, a compass true,

Guides it well in all it shall pursue.

Not gold nor fame can sway its course,

Nor whispered lies with tempting force,

For anchored deep in conscience pure,

It stands unwavering, steadfast, sure.

When winds of doubt or fear do blow,

And trials fierce like rivers flow,

It holds aloft its moral crest,

And braves the storm with peaceful zest.

O, moral integrity, jewel divine!

In hearts and deeds, may your light shine,

For in your grace, humanity finds,

A beacon bright, to noble minds.