Hurt
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.
