Amidst the clamor and rush, find your pace,

Cherish the tranquility that silence does grace.

In harmony dwell, surrender not your might,

With all souls, strive to be polite.

Speak your verities, in whispers and with light,

Hearken to others, in their words find insight.

The dull, the wise, each has a tale to impart,

In the vast canvas of life, everyone plays a part.

Shun those who disturb your soul's tranquil sea,

Their aggressiveness, a discordant symphony.

Measure not yourself by others' scale,

For in such comparisons, joy may turn frail.

Revel in your triumphs, in dreams yet unmet,

Each a stepping stone on the path you've set.

Value your journey, however humble it may be,

In the shifting sands of time, it's your legacy.

In the theatre of existence, be but a tender verse,

Do not let the world's cruel jest, your gentle heart coerce.

Stand tall amid the turmoil, yet let your spirit be light,

Do not let the sting of suffering turn your love into a fight.

In the garden of your being, let bitterness not encroach,

For it seeks to steal your sweetness, with its insidious approach.

Despite the thorns of sorrow, bloom with grace and dignity,

Do not let the echoes of pain sow seeds of enmity.

In the vast canvas of life, amidst the grey and the stark,

Be soft, like the morning's first light piercing through the dark,

Let not the world harden you, for it needs your gentle touch,

Preserve your sweetness, for in bitterness we lose so much.