Every whisper stirs the air, A ripple moves, it’s always there, The smallest touch, the softest sound, Will find its way, will circle round. A seed is sown in hidden ground, It breaks the earth without a sound, And though the act seems small, unseen, It grows into what life will mean. The fire sparks, the water flows, The giver reaps what silence sows, The light you cast, the words you speak, Return to you in waves unique. All is bound by unseen thread, The living, breathing, and the dead, No motion lost, no moment gone, It echoes back, it carries on. So walk with care, let kindness lead, Plant gentle thoughts, plant gentle seeds, For every step, in time, will show, The path you carved, the fate you grow.
