In the quiet whisper of selfless acts,
A world of warmth begins to bloom,
Each gift a seed, gently sown,
Within the heart’s vast, tender room.
The hands that open, free and wide,
Are bridges built from soul to soul,
With every gesture, love is spread,
In giving, we become whole.
Like ripples in a tranquil pond,
Kindness flows, reaching far and near,
In each small act of selfless grace,
A universe of hope appears.
So let us give with open hearts,
And find the joy that it imparts,
For in the art of giving true,
We change the world, and ourselves, anew.