Alysha, your steps against the chill, Mark the path of a steadfast will. With every stride, your heart ignites, A beacon of warmth in winter nights. The frost may bite, the winds may howl, But kindness wraps you in its cowl. For each snowflake that dares to fall, Your purpose rises, answering the call. For those who wander, lost and cold, You carry a hope more precious than gold. With every dollar, with every mile, You gift them a reason to hope and smile.