In the quiet whispers of the morning light,
Lies a truth, gentle and profound,
To see the world through another’s sight,
Where empathy and respect are found.
Each heart a garden, unique and rare,
With flowers blooming in their time,
Tend to them with gentle care,
And watch compassion’s vines climb.
In every word, a chance to heal,
A bridge to build, a bond to weave,
For in respect, our spirits feel,
The love that others may believe.
So let us walk with open hearts,
Embrace the stories yet untold,
For in respecting, true kindness starts,
And in its warmth, we find our gold.