In the quiet corners of our bustling days,
Lies a gentle force, a tender gaze,
A soft-spoken word, a helping hand,
Kindness, the light in a shadowed land.

Like ripples in the morning’s tranquil stream,
It spreads unseen, a hopeful dream,
A touch, a smile, a moment shared,
In the tapestry of life, it’s rare and revered.

Through storms of doubt and fear’s embrace,
Kindness carves a sacred space,
Where hearts can breathe and spirits mend,
A gentle journey with no end.

So let us weave this tender thread,
In every word and path we tread,
For in kindness lies a timeless art,
The quiet strength of a giving heart.