In the quiet corners of a weary heart,
Lies a spark, waiting to ignite,
A gentle hand, a selfless art,
To turn the darkness into light.

The act of giving, pure and true,
Needs no applause, seeks no fame,
For in each gesture, something new,
A world transformed, never the same.

Through simple deeds, compassion grows,
A silent thread that binds us all,
In shared humanity, the spirit knows,
The beauty of rising when others fall.

So let us give, with open hearts,
Not just in gold, nor in grand design,
But in the love that never parts,
A gift that forever will shine.