In the quiet whispers of the morning light,
A smile, a touch, a gentle act of care,
We weave the threads of kindness, soft yet bright,
Into the fabric of the world we share.

With every word that lifts a weary soul,
And every hand that reaches out to hold,
We heal the wounds and make the broken whole,
With acts of kindness, pure as gold.

The ripple of a kind act spreads afar,
Like waves upon a tranquil, endless sea,
It touches hearts, and lights the evening star,
In kindness, we find our true decree.

So let us sow the seeds of love each day,
In every corner, every path we tread,
For kindness blooms in every heartfelt way,
And in its light, all shadows gently shed.