In the quiet of the night, a gentle breeze,
Whispers tales of healing, carried with ease,
Stars above cast a tender, watchful gaze,
Guiding weary hearts through life’s tangled maze.

Beneath the moon’s soft, silvery glow,
Wounds begin to close, and new seeds sow,
Each breath a promise, each sigh a relief,
In the tapestry of time, we find belief.

When shadows fade and morning light breaks,
Hope rises anew with every step it takes,
The horizon painted with hues of grace,
Embracing the dawn with a warm embrace.

So let the heart mend, let the spirit soar,
For healing walks with hope forevermore,
In the dance of life, in the song of time,
We find our strength, our reason to climb.