In the quiet moments of dawn’s embrace,
A promise of service takes its place,
Hands that work with gentle grace,
Hearts aligned in a shared space.

Through the whispers of the morning light,
Acts of kindness take their flight,
Each deed, a beacon burning bright,
Guiding souls through the darkest night.

With every gesture, pure and true,
A tapestry of care we weave anew,
In the service of others, we find our view,
A purpose that binds us, old and new.

Let us serve with love unspoken,
Mending hearts that have been broken,
For in this journey, a sacred token,
The art of service, a bond unbroken.