Being Kind does not Cost

In a world that often appears so cold,

Where hearts grow tired and stories untold,

There sparkles a truth, simple and pure,

An inspiration of light, always endure.

Kindness doesn't cost, it's free to give,

A mild touch, like a river's tender sieve.

A beam, a word, a helping hand,

Can transform a life, like footsteps in sand.

For in each action, a wave begins,

Spreading love and happiness, breaking sins.

It heals the injuries, so intense and unseen,

Satisfying empty hearts with hope serene.

So let us know, with every breath,

That kindness is a gift, away from all wealth.

It costs us nothing, yet it is value is vast,

A treasure that always will last.