Beautiful is the thank you wrapped in gratitude

Beautiful is the "thank you" wrapped in gratitude, Bestowed upon gentle beings who always weave peace, Offering their purest selves entirely— To care with love, with humility, the most tormented Victims of the suffocating napalm, in our stained world. Veiling ambition with the face of humanity. Beautiful is the moment When the world under the sun's blaze softly fades away, And with it, the mind-made mirror too, As eyes look inward, led by inner vision, And the heart closes to desires, to welcome into its halls Consciousness. Delicate is this gesture, the courage to whisper thanks, While weapons speak the language of war and worlds are ablaze, They stand like a lighthouse shining in the night, guardians of the voiceless, Healers of broken spirits, stitching open wounds with threads of hope. They are the keepers of dreams, embracing sorrows, Transforming them into silken birds, fluttering toward hopeless horizons, Through the smoke of uncertain dawns, they hold sincerity in their palm, And with hands that know comfort, they mend what war has torn apart. Beautiful is the twilight when our crowded streets become empty, And the world's clamor turns into a gentle breeze that withdraws into dusk, The reflection of the self in the calm waters of meditation, a journey deep within, Where the light of consciousness breaks through the shutters of desolate desires. This is a filigree of dreams, a canvas chased by the colors of the soul, An eternal moment, a "thank you" carrying the label of a tranquil universe, A gratitude that rises above chaos, like a Phoenix From its own ashes, flying high— a peal of life, pure and uncontaminated.