In the quiet whispers of the dawn,
Where shadows softly cast their light,
A hand outreached, a spirit drawn,
To give, to share, to end the night.

With every gift, a soul ignites,
A dance of kindness, pure and true,
The heart expands, the spirit lights,
In giving, all things are made new.

The world, a canvas of our deeds,
Painted with strokes of love and grace,
In giving, sowing tender seeds,
That bloom in every time and place.

So let us give with open hearts,
A symphony of harmony,
For in this gentle, selfless art,
We find our true humanity.