In the quiet moments of the dawn,
Where silence holds the world in grace,
A tender word, a gentle touch,
Can paint a smile on a weary face.

Like the sun that warms the morning dew,
Kindness spreads with light unseen,
It blooms within the hearts of many,
Turning thorns to fields of green.

The simplest acts, a helping hand,
Can lift the soul from shadows deep,
And in this dance of giving freely,
We find the peace we long to keep.

So let us be the gentle breeze,
That carries warmth in every stride,
For in the echoes of our kindness,
The beauty of the world abides.