In the quiet dawn where whispers start,
The healing winds embrace the heart,
Soft murmurs of the morning light,
Guide weary souls through the night.
Amidst the fields where wildflowers bloom,
The gentle earth dispels the gloom,
Each petal holds a story told,
Of courage found and dreams of gold.
The river sings its ancient song,
A melody where hopes belong,
It carries burdens far away,
Renewing strength with each new day.
Under the vast and starry skies,
Where moonlight dances, softly lies,
A promise of a brighter way,
Where healing finds its gentle sway.