In this vast world, where life does bloom, Each being has its space, its room. No right have we to cause them pain, In heart or soul, or leaf and vein.
A creature’s cry, a whisper soft, From soaring bird to roots aloft, Speaks of a bond we must protect, With love and care, and deep respect.
For every life, both small and grand, Deserves a gentle, guiding hand. So let us tread with tender grace, In every heart, in every place.