In the gentle folds of a whispering heart,
Where kindness blooms like morning dew,
Compassion threads its silent art,
Weaving dreams that feel anew.

Through eyes that see the unseen pain,
A warmth ignites, dispelling night,
In tender hands, we break the chain,
Of solitude, in love’s soft light.

As rivers carve through stone and land,
So too does empathy’s gentle flow,
With every touch, with every hand,
We share the light that starts to grow.

In echoes of a caring soul,
The world becomes a softer place,
For in compassion, we find our goal,
A brighter future, a warm embrace.