Goodness is a gentle breeze
That brings a calm and soothing ease
It's the warmth of the sun on our face
And the embrace of a loving embrace
Goodness is a ray of light
That shines through the darkest night
It's the kindness in a stranger's smile
And the comfort in going the extra mile
Goodness is a beacon of hope
That helps us through the hardest of slopes
It's the courage to stand up and fight
And the wisdom to know what's right
Goodness is a gift we all can share
A way to show how much we care
Let us spread it far and wide
And let it be our constant guide
For in goodness, we find peace and joy
A treasure that nothing can destroy
So let us hold fast to the good,
And let it guide us as we should.
May kindness be our constant creed,
And love the measure of our deeds.
For in goodness, we find our way,
Through every challenge, every day.
So let us journey hand in hand,
And build a world that's truly grand.
And when at last our time is done,
And we look back on all we've won,
May goodness be our legacy,
A shining star for all to see.
So let us strive to do what's good
And make this world a better neighbourhood.
About the Creator
Karun
🌿✨ Karun, a poet weaving emotions into verses, embarked on the journey of words to unearth the beauty of feelings. In the delicate dance of ink and emotion, my poetry delves into the nexus of the human heart and the natural world.✍️
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