Endow

Endowed with quiet grace, she walks the lane,
A gift bestowed by dawn’s soft, amber gleam—
No gaudy fanfare, but a steady strain
That hums beneath the chestnut’s dreaming stream.

The village elders speak of ancient lore,
How fortunes fall like rain on verdant ground,
Yet richer still the virtue we endow—
Kindness, a coin that never can be drowned.

In every hand a seed is gently placed,
To sow in soil where hope and courage blend,
And though the world may turn with hurried haste,
The endowment lingers, love without end.

So let us cherish what we have received,
Not gold nor gem, but spirit’s quiet fire—
To share, to nurture, to believe, to grieve,
And endow each heart with hope’s entire.