In the quiet hum of morning light,

Where shadows fade and hearts take flight,

There blooms a truth, both old and true—

The world is safe when love shines through.

A hand extended, warm and near,

Can melt away the coldest fear.

A single smile, a softened tone,

Can make the weary feel at home.

Peace is not the hush of sound,

But where compassion’s roots are found;

In every choice to heal, not harm,

In every soul that keeps us warm.

We are the shield, we are the flame,

Not for glory, nor for fame—

But to protect the fragile dreams,

That flow like life through silver streams.

So let our kindness be the seed,

That grows in every time of need;

And may our hearts, through storm and strife,

Guard all the beauty of this life.

This is a poem