In whispers of the gentle breeze,
Compassion finds its way to heal,
A touch that breaks through silent pleas,
A warmth in which the soul can feel.

Through shadows cast by fear and doubt,
It lights the path with tender grace,
A beacon when the night is stout,
A haven in a cold embrace.

In every glance of kind intent,
The weary find a place to rest,
For love that walks without relent,
Finds beauty in the simplest quest.

And as the dawn begins to rise,
Compassion spreads its wings anew,
A gentle force that never dies,
A bridge where hearts and hopes accrue.