In the stillness of a fleeting hour,
A seed takes root, a fragile flower.
A spark of wonder, a whispered plea,
Threads of thought, like waves in the sea.
To pause, to ponder, a sacred art,
To hold the world within your heart.
Not merely seeing, but feeling deep,
Where truths and dreams together sleep.
The ripples of a careful mind,
Touch shores unseen, in space and time.
A fleeting word, a quiet deed,
Can plant the hope the weary need.
For thoughtful hands shape worlds anew,
They mend the broken, heal the true.
In every shadow, a light is sought,
Such is the power of being thoughtful, wrought.
So carry the weight, though heavy it seems,
For thoughts can weave the wildest dreams.
In your care, the world will find,
The beauty born of a thoughtful mind. ♡♡
