Poems praising volunteers, about 50 words.

You are not athletes galloping on the playground, you are not flag-waving athletes, you are not referees giving orders.

But you have your own stage, every medal has your figure, and every journey has your sweat. You don't seem to have won any honor, but what honor on the field can't compare with your credit? The sea is silent, the sea is full of rivers, the mountains are silent, and thousands of trees are happy. Today, we are full of gratitude, just for you to pay silently behind the scenes. Here, I want to say that you have worked hard.

I wrote it temporarily. Do you think it will help?