In the whispers of the morning light,
A tender touch unfolds its wings,
Spreading warmth across the silent skies,
Where kindness softly sings.

Beneath the shade of ancient trees,
Caring hands weave tales of grace,
A gentle smile that lights the path,
In every heart, a sacred place.

Through the tapestry of fleeting days,
Acts of love, both small and grand,
Paint the world with hues of hope,
A symphony by life’s own hand.

As stars adorn the velvet night,
Let compassion be our guiding star,
In every gesture, let kindness bloom,
And bind our souls, near and far.