In the quiet of the morning light,
When the world is still and new,
There lies a gift, unseen, untouched,
In the hearts of me and you.

It’s not wrapped in shiny paper,
Nor tied with ribbons bright,
But in the simple acts of kindness,
That bring the soul delight.

A smile shared with a stranger,
A hand to lift the weak,
These are the threads of giving,
The language that we speak.

So let us weave a tapestry,
Of love and gentle care,
For in the art of giving,
Our humanity we share.