In the garden of our days, where shadows often creep,
There bloom the hearts of those who sow, in laughter, joy, and deep.
Let us be grateful, tender souls, for every nurturing hand,
For they are the charming gardeners, planting love across the land.

With whispers soft as petals’ touch, they tend our fragile dreams,
Watering with kindness, sunlight pouring through their beams.
In the soil of gentle moments, they cultivate our cheer,
And with each smile and every hug, they banish doubt and fear.

They know...