In the quiet dawn, hands awaken
Unfolding stories yet to be spoken
Fingers dance in morning’s light
Caressing dreams from the night
Hands that hold, that heal, that guide
Through life’s vast and endless tide
A gentle touch, a firm embrace
Love and strength in every trace
They craft, they build, they break, they mend
Hands of lovers, family, friends
In their grasp, a world’s design
Etched in lines of time divine
Hands that pray, that fight, that plead
Sowing hope like scattered seed
In the silence of their grace
Hands reveal the human race