A poem about kindness
In the heart of every night, there's a gentle, glowing light, A warmth that whispers softly, where kindness takes its flight. It's in the helping hands, in the words that understand, In the silent moments given, when we quietly stand. It's woven in the fabric of the smiles we share, A thread of compassion, floating in the air. Kindness is the language that every heart speaks, A bridge across waters, strong when we are weak. It blooms in the actions, small or grand in size, A beacon of hope under the vast, open skies. For in every act of kindness, a part of us ignites, A spark that illuminates the darkest of nights. So let's scatter seeds of kindness, let them grow wild and free, For in their blooming, we find the beauty we wish to see. Kindness is the melody, in the symphony of life, A river of peace, in a world often rife. In the heart of every night, there's a gentle, glowing light