When we cast a stone in anger’s wake,
Ripples return, our peace they take.
For in the hurt we choose to give, lies the pain within we live.

Negativity, a shadow cast,
In our spirit, it holds fast.
A burden heavy, dark, and grim,
Dimming the light that shines within.

Yet,when we sow seeds of gentle care,
Love returns, to us, fair and square.
For kindness shared is kindness gained,
In the cycle of life, so ordained.

So let us choose the path we tread,
With thoughts of harmony, not dread.
For when we heal, not harm, we find,
Peace of body, spirit, and mind.

Perhaps
The gentle sigh of the wind in the trees
The giggle of the mermaids that live in the stream
The happy and casual conversation between birds floating high above
Every rock's jagged surface, laced with soft moss and dew
And bittersweet candy that lingers on my lips and fingers
Perhaps
These are good things.