In the quiet act of giving, love unfolds,
Like petals of a rose, softly revealing
The beauty of a soul that holds
The grace and warmth, ever healing.

With every gift, a silent vow,
To lift a spirit, mend a tear,
For in the art of giving, we allow
Our hearts to show how much we care.

A hand extended, a smile bestowed,
These simple things, they weave a thread,
Connecting hearts, easing loads,
And lighting paths where shadows tread.

So let us give, with open hearts,
Not for reward, but for the joy
Of knowing that in these small parts,
We become the love we most employ.