Don’t Bite the Hand That Feeds You

In the garden where kindness grows,

A gentle touch, as the river flows,

With open hearts and hands outstretched,

Nurturing bonds that life has etched.

Yet shadows linger, whispers spread,

When gratitude fades and doubt is fed,

For every gift, a choice to make,

To cherish the path or watch it break.

When tempests rise and storms roll in,

Remember the warmth that lives within,

For trust is fragile, a delicate thread,

Don’t bite the hand that feeds you instead.

Each word of comfort, each guiding light,

Is woven in care, igniting the night,

So lift each other, through thick and thin,

In unity’s embrace, let love begin.

In the tapestry of life, we weave,

Let gratitude blossom, let hearts believe,

For in this dance of give and take,

True strength lies in the bonds we make.