In the quiet moments of the dawn’s embrace,Kindness blooms like flowers, soft and bright.A gentle touch, a smile that lights the face,Turning shadows into beams of light.Amidst the chaos of the bustling street,A whispered word, a gesture pure and kind,Bridges built where strangers’ paths do meet,A tapestry of warmth, in hearts entwined.Through acts unseen, like whispers on the air,Kindness weaves its gentle, healing thread.In every corner, every heart laid bare,Its simple grace, by open hands, is spread.So let us carry kindness as our creed,A beacon in the night, a guiding star.In every word and every selfless deed,We find the strength to heal, however far.