Positive coercion

In gentle whispers of the dawn,
Where shadows dance and night is drawn,
A force emerges, soft yet strong,
Guiding hearts to right from wrong.

It's not a hand that clenches tight,
Nor voice that speaks with fearful might,
But rather love in tender hue,
That coaxes hearts to pursue.

The whispers of the blooming bud,
The warmth that gently nudges good,
The beckoning of the open door,
The promise of so much more.

Positive coercion sings a tune,
Of kindness in the afternoon,
When skies are gray and spirits low,
It brings a glimmer of the glow.

It's in the touch of morning dew,
The sparkle in a lover's view,
The smiles from strangers' eyes,
That bid the sadness, "rise!"

The tender nudge of mother's hand,
The comfort of a brother's stand,
The softness in a friend's reprimand,
That shapes us, heart to hand.

The art of guiding without a fight,
The dance of souls in gentle light,
Where words are soft and actions clear,
And growth is what we hold so dear.

In every sunrise that we share,
The warmth, the hope, the gentle care,
Positive coercion finds its way,
To show us love can win the day.

So let us be like beams of dawn,
Guiding through the night that's drawn,
With whispers kind and touches fair,
To help each other grow and bear.

For in this world of push and pull,
Where battles often leave us dull,
The sweetest coercion is the one,
That sings the tune of love that's won.