In the quiet moments of dawn’s first light,
Where whispers of care softly take flight,
A gentle hand reaches through the night,
Holding hearts with a tender might.

The world turns in its endless dance,
Yet in the stillness, we find our chance,
To weave compassion with a loving glance,
Creating bonds that time can’t displace.

In the warmth of a kind embrace,
We find solace in this shared space,
A sanctuary where love keeps pace,
Healing wounds with gentle grace.

Through storms that rage and skies that clear,
Care remains, unwavering and near,
A beacon bright, a path we steer,
Guiding us through each silent tear.