If Kindness was sorted into a season of the year
according to the changes virtues bring,
it would be disguised among human crowds
in the form of a human blossoming spring.
A faint hum sounding to a certain hymn
from a glorious angel flapping its wings;
a melody played on its harp's strings
got spirits dancing on fairy rings.
To have the milk of human kindness
is like wiping tears of a being childish
who didn't make it to the ice cream truck,
or feeding a starved cat nice fried fish.
grandma was asked "What do you think you're doing?"
She replied, a smile tucking at her wrinkles,
"I'm making a difference, changing the world slowly,
one step at a time, in dainty little sprinkles."
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April Has Kindness
PoetryApril is midway through ending and it has shown us its own special touch of kindness! This is my entry, written right before the deadline because that was when I first found out about this contest so why not? DISCLAIMER: This entry is written from m...
