Extraordinariness
Not in the flash of gold or diamond's gleam,
Nor in the roar of crowds, a fleeting dream,
But in the quiet whisper of the breeze,
That dances through the leaves of ancient trees.
Not in the grand pronouncements of the bold,
Nor in the tales of empires, bought and sold,
But in the silent courage of a heart,
That chooses love and plays its humble part.
Not in the dazzling lights of stage and screen,
Nor in the fame that's fleeting, fickle, keen,
But in the simple beauty of a dawn,
Where shadows fade, and hope is newly born.
Not in the chase for riches, power, or might,
Nor in the fleeting pleasures of the night,
But in the depth of kindness, shared and true,
A single act of grace, for me and you.
Extraordinary lies not in the grand,
But in the ordinary, held within the hand,
A moment shared, a smile, a helping word,
The echoes of compassion gently heard.
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