In the quiet corners of the world,
Where shadows softly blend,
A gentle touch, a helping hand,
Can make a broken heart mend.

Amidst the bustling city streets,
Where hurried footsteps fall,
A smile exchanged, a burden shared,
Can lift us, one and all.

In gardens where the flowers bloom,
And whispers of the wind do play,
A seed of kindness, deeply sown,
Will grow to light the day.

So let us walk this path of grace,
Where giving is the guide,
For in the aid we offer others,
Our own true selves reside.