Seabirds glide through the harbor mist
Morning stirs with a sapphire twist
You lift nets for an aging hand
Giving strength where the weak still stand
Saltwind cuts through the weathered rope
Dreams grow thin without room for hope
Your soft grin sparks a vivid blaze
Lighting life in forgotten bays
Gentle acts shape a rising claim
Warmth survives through the hardest frame
Happiness grows without acclaim—
World burns bright where your kindness turns to flame