In the quiet corners of our hearts,
Where shadows linger, and doubts reside,
Compassion blooms, with tender starts,
A beacon bright, on life’s rough tide.

It speaks in whispers, soft and kind,
A gentle touch, a knowing glance,
It bridges gaps, where hearts confined,
Can learn anew, to take a chance.

In every tear, in every sigh,
Compassion’s warmth dispels the cold,
It lifts the weary, hears the cry,
And mends the wounds, both young and old.

So let us weave with threads of care,
A tapestry of love and grace,
For in compassion’s light we share,
A world where kindness finds its place.