In the quiet corners of the world, it blooms,
A gentle whisper in the bustling crowd,
A simple touch, a soothing balm to wounds,
Kindness spreads its wings, humble but proud.

Like morning dew upon the tender leaves,
It quenches thirsts unseen by most of us,
A smile, a word, a gesture that believes,
In love’s pure power, silently it trusts.

Through storms that rage and shadows that confound,
Kindness lights a path where none would dare,
A beacon bright, a soft and steady sound,
Leading hearts to places just and fair.

So let us sew the seeds in barren lands,
With open hearts and ever-giving hands,
In kindness, find the strength to understand,
The world transformed by gentle, true commands.