In the quiet whispers of the morning light,
Where dewdrops glisten with a tender might,
Kindness blooms in hearts so pure,
A gentle touch, a love that’s sure.

Through the storm and through the rain,
A caring hand will ease the pain,
With every smile and every tear,
A bond of love will conquer fear.

In every act of selfless grace,
A beacon shines in every place,
For kindness spreads from soul to soul,
Making broken hearts once more whole.

So let us weave with threads so fine,
A tapestry of love divine,
With every gesture, every word,
A symphony of care is heard.