In the quiet whispers of the morning light,
Lies a tale of hands that give and hearts that glow,
With every gentle touch, the world grows bright,
In the embrace of kindness, spirits flow.
Through shadows cast by doubt and silent fears,
A helping hand extends, steadfast and true,
Lifting souls, wiping away the tears,
In unity, we find strength anew.
The smallest acts, like seeds in fertile ground,
Blossom into gardens rich and wide,
Compassionâs voice, a soft yet mighty sound,
Guiding hearts like stars in the evening tide.
In giving, we discover lifeâs sweet grace,
A dance of souls in harmony and peace,
For when we help another find their place,
The bonds of love and hope shall never cease.