In moments where time stands still, a gentle hand reaches out,
With bandages and gauze, dispelling all doubt.
The art of healing begins with a simple touch,
Embracing the wounded, it means so much.

A heartbeat steadies with whispered calm,
As first aid flows like a healing balm.
In the chaos, a serene force stands tall,
Offering life, a precious gift to all.

Knowledge and care in a single breath,
Turning away the shadow of death.
With every wrap and every tie,
Hope is restored, and fears fly high.

So let us honor these quiet knights,
Who bring relief in darkest nights.
With skills and courage, they lead the way,
In the gentle art of first aid, come what may.