In the quiet embrace of dawn,
Where light meets tender morn,
Kindness walks on gentle feet,
Spreading warmth where hearts beat.

Compassion flows like rivers wide,
In the eyes where dreams abide,
Softly spoken, never loud,
It lifts the weary from the crowd.

Through the storms and darkest night,
A beacon shining pure and bright,
It mends the broken, heals the pain,
Like gentle drops of summer rain.

In every act, both small and grand,
Kindness shapes the gentle land,
A tapestry of love and grace,
Woven in the human race.