In the quiet moments of sudden despair,When shadows linger and breaths catch unaware,A gentle hand reaches, steady and sure,With kindness and calm, offering a cure.Amidst the chaos, when hearts race and fear ignites,A soothing voice whispers, turning wrongs to rights,Binding wounds with care, stitching hope anew,First aid, a beacon guiding safely through.Bandages and gauze, simple tools of grace,In capable hands, they find their rightful place,Transforming panic into moments of peace,With every tender touch, anxieties cease.Beneath the layers of cotton and tape,Lies a deeper healing, where courage takes shape,A reminder that in times of urgent plight,First aid is the light in the darkest night.