Kindness blooms in quiet ways,
Like sunlight through a gentle haze.
A whispered word, a helping hand,
A bridge of hope when none could stand.

It lifts the weary, warms the cold,
A gift more precious than pure gold.
No price to pay, no debt to owe—
It only asks for hearts to grow.

In every smile that lights the day,
In simple acts along the way,
Kindness spreads, a ripple wide,
A beauty no one can divide.

It takes the smallest seed of grace
And plants it in the darkest place,
To spark a joy, to heal a tear,
And show that someone’s always there.

For kindness, like the softest rain,
Can heal the hurt, can ease the pain.
A thread that binds us, soul to soul,
The truest form of being whole.

So let it bloom, in word, in deed,
For kindness is the world’s great need.
In every heart, in every mind,
Its beauty lingers—deep and kind.