Lately my soul beckons me to nurture The kingdom that thrives in my vision Meticulous, there must be no omission Order amidst chaos, I foster with fervor

Benevolent must be, a ruler’s reign supreme A mother’s caress is my empire’s touchstone As I grow from the cradle to the throne Equanimity is my crowning glory, not the extreme

Structure within disarray, I pursue without deception Sculpted by the truth, tranquil through the tempest The pillars of my province bolster virtues with earnest My legacy for posterity, I chisel away to perfection