In the gentle whispers of the morning breeze,
Lies the soft touch of kindness, unseen yet felt,
A simple smile that brightens the dullest days,
A tender hand that helps when strength has left.

Kindness, a spark in the darkest night,
A beacon that guides the wandering souls,
It knows no bounds, no limits, nor time,
Its echoes linger, making broken hearts whole.

In every act, no matter how small,
Kindness blooms like flowers in the spring,
It transforms the ordinary into something divine,
A silent song that every heart can sing.

So let us scatter these seeds of kindness wide,
In every corner, in every life we touch,
For in the end, it’s kindness that remains,
A legacy of love that means so much.