In the quiet moments of dawn’s first light,
Giving blooms like flowers in the night.
A gentle hand reaches, a heart opens wide,
Spreading warmth and kindness far and wide.

The act of giving, pure and true,
Is a reflection of the love within you.
It bridges gaps, it heals the soul,
Filling empty spaces, making us whole.

With every gift, a story unfolds,
Of selfless deeds and hearts of gold.
In giving, we find our deepest grace,
A connection to the human race.

So let us give, with open hearts,
For in giving, true joy starts.
A world transformed, by love’s embrace,
A better place for every race.