In stillness, I sit and ponder,
Thinking of a word that's under
Appreciation, often spare,
But holds a power beyond compare.
It speaks of emptiness and space,
A void to fill at our own pace,
A room for something new to grow,
A chance for life to put on show.
Spare time, a gift beyond measure,
For dreams to come alive with pleasure,
A chance to slow down and be still,
And find the joy that time can fulfill.
It speaks of generosity and care,
Of offering a helping hand to share,
A kindness that can change a life,
And bring a smile through trouble and strife.
So let us cherish this word spare,
And use it well, with thought and care,
For in its emptiness, we'll find,
A wealth of possibilities combined.
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