In the glass of the world we find,
Echoes of our own state of mind.
The good we see in others’ deeds,
Reflects the bounty of our seeds.
A harsh word cast in stony throws,
Reveals where a shadowed heart goes.
But kindness, like a river, flows
From the source where true goodness grows.
In the eyes of another’s plight,
What we see in that dimmed light,
Is the lens of our own insight,
Coloring the dark and bright.
If love is what we choose to share,
We find love waiting everywhere.
Yet if our thoughts breed only fear,
It’s fear that whispers back so clear.
So let us tend with care our plot,
Planting grace, forgetting not—
The world’s a mirror, subtly wrought,
Reflecting all our inner thought.
Through this artful gaze, we may,
Craft a brighter, kinder day,
For the view from our soul’s window,
Colors the world with the hues we know.