In the quiet dawn of morning light,
A hand reaches out to give, to share,
With no expectation of return or might,
Just the simple joy of showing care.

Beneath the trees where shadows play,
A smile is given, a burden lifted,
Acts of kindness that light the way,
Through hearts and souls, the spirit gifted.

In every corner of this vast earth,
Generosity blooms like flowers bright,
It shows the measure of true worth,
And turns the darkest night to light.

So let us live with hearts unbound,
Giving freely, loving true,
For in the giving, joy is found,
And the world is painted anew.