To you I ask, What is compassion? Is it showing love, Or knowing when to bend. Could it be kindness, To one another, Or just human madness, From there within. Compassion is enduring, As it lies awake, With turmoil endeavors, Which lead us on. Compassion is good, indifferent, and kind. There are no boundaries, For which it binds. Compassion is contagious, With all mysterious toll, It leads us to knowledge, Of individual foes. It is consideration for others, Sincerity and generosity, Unselfishness and Serenity, With no man’s hostility.