In the silent glow of morning’s light,
Compassion walks with gentle tread,
Through shadows that once held the night,
It whispers where the tears were shed.

A touch that warms the coldest heart,
With eyes that see beyond the pain,
It binds the wounds that fell apart,
And lets the weary dream again.

In every soul, a spark ignites,
A beacon in the darkest hour,
With kindness, love, and endless sights,
Compassion blooms, a fragrant flower.

Let it flow like rivers wide,
Through the valleys deep and vast,
A gentle tide, a faithful guide,
Compassion’s gift, forever cast.