The Unseen Threads of Kindness

Life often feels like a race of gain,

But what if the treasure lies in the unseen chain?

A smile offered, a hand extended,

Are threads of kindness, beautifully blended.

One cold evening, a struggling artist stood,

His paintings unseen, misunderstood.

A stranger paused, not out of need,

But moved by the artist's silent plead.

She bought a piece, her words sincere,

"This will bloom; your moment is near."

The artist thanked her, a spark in his eyes,

Not knowing her words would forever rise.

Months passed, and fame took flight,

The once-lost paintings found their light.

A grand gallery, his work displayed,

And the stranger’s belief had paved the way.

But here's the twist, the deeper thread,

The stranger herself, by kindness fed.

A letter arrived, her struggles undone,

The artist's gratitude—her new horizon begun.

For every seed you sow, unseen or grand,

Spreads roots of hope across the land.

Kindness given is never in vain,

It circles back like gentle rain.

When you move with love, expecting naught,

Life spins wonders you never sought.

Be the flame in the winter’s gray,

And watch the darkness melt away.

For in this web, we’re all entwined,

And kindness is the thread that binds.

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