In the cradle of dawnâs gentle embrace,
Whispers of hope in the morning grace,
Natureâs balm on weary souls bestows,
A silent symphony where healing flows.
Beneath the canopy of emerald dreams,
The river sings its soothing streams,
In each rustle, a gentle call,
To rise again, despite the fall.
The golden sun, a tender guide,
Melts the shadows where fears reside,
Its warmth a promise, softly told,
Of strength reborn, of courage bold.
In the heartâs quiet, healingâs song,
A melody where we belong,
Restoring light to eyes once dim,
In every breath, a chance to begin.