K. M. Kale
The lowest of the lowly
Is the highest of the high
That which is rooted in the soil
Is also that touches the sky.
The tree has its roots
Planted in the ground
But its flourishing branches
Uprise sky bound.
The water to settle
To lowly places does hie
Yet in the form of clouds
It touches the sky.
And tops the mountain peaks
In the form of snow
Which convincingly speaks
For the virtue of being low.
Wisemen like wise
Assiduously cultivate humility
Which truly raises them
To the peak of immortality.