Goodness grows where the green earth gives,
in the quiet promise of all that lives.
It wakes with the warmth of welcoming light,
turning the darkness gently to bright.
It flows like a river through valleys of care,
a current of kindness moving through air.
Soft as the soil where new seeds begin,
goodness is grace that grows from within.
It hums in the honey of sunlight and rain,
in fields where patience ripens like grain.
The trees stand tall in generous shade,
offering gifts their branches have made.
Goodness glows in the gold of the dawn,
in every new day the earth puts on.
Mountains keep watch with hearts of stone,
reminding the world we are not alone.
It rises like birds on a bright morning wing,
carrying hope in the songs they sing.
Like forests that flourish from one small seed,
goodness multiplies every good deed.
So walk with the wind where clear waters run,
where earth and eternity move as one.
For goodness is the gift the universe shows –
the living light through which all life grows.
