Be Kind

Be careful, what you say can be profound

Caution to the wind where the words lost are found

Unknowing, a mystery behold, futures unfold

Destiny a stepping stone, virtues of patience and gentleness

Dancing feathers buoyantly float; lightheartedness

Darkness, some feathers black; calamuses inked heavily

Write the words of thanks and love, complimenting wearily

Pending messages to the soul sometimes never reach their destination

Resignation told not by words or action; a life leaving to imagination

The hollow tips consume the ink till at last it is too late

Open air, the ink has dried; what is written becomes fate

I can only hope the words left behind

Some time long after mine are kind