In the quiet whispers of the morning light,
Where hearts converge in a dance unseen,
Lies the gentle touch of selfless might,
In deeds of love, pure and evergreen.

Through winding paths and shadows cast,
A guiding hand, a voice so clear,
In service to others, bonds hold fast,
A tapestry of grace woven near.

The echoes of laughter, a healing balm,
In shared moments of joy, we find our way,
A symphony of care, a soothing calm,
In the simple act of giving, come what may.

So let us walk this noble trail,
With open hearts and open hands,
In service to others, we shall prevail,
Building bridges across distant lands.