In the quiet whisper of the dawn’s first light,
Compassion weaves its tender, golden thread,
Binding hearts with empathy’s soft might,
In every tear, in every word unsaid.

When shadows cast their gloom upon our way,
And sorrow’s weight seems more than we can bear,
Compassion’s touch turns night into day,
Its gentle hand lifts burdens with its care.

Through trials faced and storms we must endure,
It stands a beacon, steadfast, ever bright,
A promise that our hearts will find a cure,
In kindness shared, in love’s enduring light.

Let us then be vessels of this grace,
To heal the wounds and mend the broken ties,
For in compassion’s warm and soft embrace,
We find the strength where true humanity lies.