In the Garden of Respect, We Find Our True Selves

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In the garden of respect, where virtues bloom,
We find our true selves, free from gloom.
Each word, each act, a seed we sow,
In kindness and honor, we grow.

With gentle hands, we lift the weak,
For in their eyes, our souls they speak.
The bond of trust, so fragile yet strong,
In respect’s embrace, we all belong.

The whispers of empathy fill the air,
Compassion’s touch, beyond compare.
A tapestry woven with threads of care,
In a world of respect, we all share.

So let us walk this path of grace,
With open hearts, in every place.
For in the garden of respect, we find,
The beauty of a united mind.

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