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
