In the quiet glow of morning light,
Where gentle whispers softly play,
Care weaves its threads through time and space,
Guiding hearts along the way.

A touch, a glance, a soothing word,
Wraps the soul in tender grace,
In every moment, softly heard,
Life’s gentle embrace we trace.

Through storms and sun, in shadows deep,
Care finds a path to gently tread,
It holds us close when tears we weep,
And lifts the weary, bowed head.

So let us cherish every thread,
Woven in the fabric of the day,
For in each act of care and love,
We find the light to guide our way.