In a small little town, not shiny or smart,
Lived a quiet boy named Tim with a Golden Heart.
His shoes were old, his pockets were bare,
But kindness and love? He had plenty to spare.
He smiled at the sun, he waved at the tree,
He shared his lunch happily one apple, not three!
When others said, “Mine!” and slammed the door shut,
Tim said, “You can have it” and gave them his hut.
A bird with a wing that wouldn’t quite flap,
Tim made it a bed from an old woollen cap.
A dog feeling lonely, ignored every day,
Tim sat beside him and chose not to play.
“Why give so much?” the people all said,
“You’ll end up with nothing no gold, no bread!”
Tim only laughed and tapped his chest,
“My treasure lives here it knows what is best.”
One dark stormy night, the river grew wide,
The town was afraid, with nowhere to hide.
Bridges fell down, lights flickered low,
And fear ran fast like the river’s flow.
But Tim stood strong with a calm little grin,
He helped one and all, let everyone in.
He shared warmth, hope, and held every hand,
Till morning light kissed the tired land.
When the storm passed by and the sun shone bright,
The town stood amazed at the beautiful sight
Not gold in the banks, not jewels in art,
But a town now rich with a Golden Heart.
And Tim? He smiled, just same as before,
For hearts grow brighter the more that you pour.
🔱Moral of the story🔱
Being kind is richer than being rich. ❤️
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