In the hush of dawn’s soft light,
A hand reaches out, gentle and kind,
Bestowing warmth in the coldest night,
A gift that transcends the fleeting mind.

Beneath the sky so vast and blue,
Hearts entwined in a tender embrace,
The act of giving, pure and true,
Leaves an everlasting trace.

In the quiet moments of the day,
When shadows lengthen and fade,
A whisper of love finds its way,
Through the gifts we gently trade.

With every touch, a story unfolds,
Of compassion, hope, and grace,
The gentle act of giving holds,
A dance of hearts in a timeless space.