In the quiet halls, they tread with gentle grace,
Their hearts a beacon, in this sacred place.
With hands that heal and eyes that see,
They stand as pillars, where hope must be.

Amidst the storm of pain and strife,
They breathe new strength, igniting life.
Compassion flows in every word they say,
Guiding souls through night to day.

Their whispers calm the restless mind,
In every touch, solace we find.
Unsung heroes, in battles fought,
With courage born of lessons taught.

Through every tear and every smile,
They walk with us each weary mile.
In shadows cast, their light remains,
Nurses, the guardians of our greatest gains.