A thought a care a gentle spark
Travels unseen through light and dark;
It leaps between two souls in need
And plants compassion’s fragile seed
No sound is made no shape no rule
Yet kindness crosses every pool;
It lights the gap the cold had sealed
And turns the wound to something healed
Each gesture forms a golden chain
It hums through joy through loss through pain;
The space between becomes alive
Where empathy and hope survive
Invisible yet pure it flows
Through touch through faith through what one knows;
The synapse fires through care’s embrace—
And lights the world with human grace