Warmth

In the chill of the night, when shadows grow long,

There's a tender embrace, a melody's song.

It whispers of comfort, in soft, gentle form,

A balm for the soul, through the coldest storm.

Warmth, like a blanket, wraps us tight,

In its embrace, all worries take flight.

It kindles the heart, with a gentle glow,

And melts the frost, from the world below.

In a lover's touch, or a friend's embrace,

Warmth finds its home, in each smiling face.

It's the laughter shared on a winter's eve,

And the solace found, when we believe.

In the golden rays of the morning sun,

Or the crackling fire when day is done,

Warmth beckons us close, with arms wide open,

A refuge from darkness, a haven unbroken.

It's the kindness we offer, without a demand,

A gesture of love, from one hand to hand.

In its gentle embrace, we find our worth,

For in warmth's embrace, we're reborn on Earth.

So cherish the moments, where warmth resides,

In the love we give and the love we confide.

For in its glow, we find our truest form,

A beacon of hope, through life's wildest storm.