In the race to live, we leave life behind, Chasing shadows, to purpose confined. Good or bad of companions fade, In life’s mirror, fleetingly displayed.
What matters not is the wealth amassed, For treasures of spirit alone will last. Pursue your goals, but pause to see, The beauty woven in life’s journey.
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.
