In the quiet whispers of the morning light,
A gentle heart extends its hand,
Bridging gaps with unseen might,
A gift of love across the land.

Through eyes that sparkle with tender grace,
The act of giving finds its place,
In every smile, in every embrace,
Kindness blooms within each space.

The world, a canvas of endless hues,
Painted with deeds both old and new,
In giving, we find our truest muse,
A melody sweet, a song to pursue.

As stars adorn the evening sky,
So do our hearts when we comply,
In giving, we learn to fly,
On wings of love, we rise and try.