In the tapestry of life, we weave our threads,
Sowing seeds of kindness or planting weeds.
It’s not the money or titles that define our worth,
But the footprints of kindness that we leave on the earth.
It’s not the wealth amassed or the power we hold,
But the love we give, the stories untold.
In the ledger of time, kindness is the treasure,
A currency that transcends beyond measure.
Positions may crumble, fortunes may fade,
But the echo of kindness will never evade.
For how we treat others, is a mirror of our soul,
Reflecting the character that makes us whole.
In the grand theatre of life, where roles are played,
Memories linger, like a serenade.
The legacy we leave is not etched in stone,
But in hearts touched and seeds sown.
We’re transient beings on this cosmic ride,
Our time here brief, like the changing tide.
As we journey on, leaving footprints in the sand,
May they be imprints of kindness, across the span.
In the end, it’s the warmth of a smile,
The hand extended over a mile.
For when we depart, like the setting sun,
What remains are memories, every single one.
So let’s be mindful, as we navigate the flow,
Of the seeds we plant, the love we bestow.
For in life’s grand theatre, where roles are cast,
It’s the legacy of kindness that will forever last.
SRD.
The Quest for Essence 