In the quiet corners of our hearts,
We find the gift of sharing starts.
A whisper, a smile, a gentle touch,
These silent tokens mean so much.

When laughter echoes through the air,
It carries warmth, a bond we share.
Moments fleeting, yet they stay,
In memories that light our way.

Beyond the spoken words we say,
In actions kind, where meanings lay.
The simple act of giving free,
Binds souls in subtle harmony.

So let us share with open hearts,
The love, the hope, the art of starts.
For in the giving, we receive,
A treasure that we all believe.