In a small town near the sea,
Lived a boy named Ilya, just three.
He learned to surf with joy and glee,
On waves high and wild and free.
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Each morning, he'd hit the beach,
Sand between his toes within reach.
Seagulls soaring in the sky,
As Ilya surfed, feeling oh so spry.
2
One day, a wise man stopped by,
Said, "Kindness is key, don't be shy.
Help others, don't pass them by,
For true happiness, that's the why."
3
Ilya listened and understood,
Being kind felt oh so good.
He helped others in his hood,
And friendships blossomed as they should.
4
One stormy day, lightning struck,
Ilya's friends were out of luck.
He acted fast, showed his pluck,
Saved them all, which left them awestruck.
5
The storm passed, the sun came out,
A rainbow appeared, without a doubt.
Ilya's kindness, there's no need to tout,
It shone brightly, that's what it's all about.
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So remember, young and old,
Be kind, let your heart unfold.
Like the clock's faithful tick and told,
Kindness is timeless, never old.
