In the hush of morning’s gentle glow,
Kindness blooms where shadows lie.
A whisper in the breeze, soft and low,
It carries hope to the weary sky.

Through the paths of wandering feet,
Gentle hearts light the way.
With every act, compassion meets,
And turns the night into day.

In the silence of a quiet tear,
Kindness speaks without a sound.
It holds the broken, draws them near,
Where healing and love abound.

So let us weave with threads of grace,
A tapestry of tender care.
In every heart, a sacred space,
Where kindness lives, forever fair.