In the quiet of dawn’s gentle light,
Whispers of hope begin to take flight.
Softly they call, from shadows that fade,
A balm for the soul, in morning’s serenade.

The river of time, with its ceaseless flow,
Washes away the remnants of woe.
Each ripple a promise, each wave a song,
Mending the pieces where they belong.

Amidst the wildflowers, under the sky’s dome,
Nature’s embrace feels like coming home.
The rustle of leaves, a comforting sigh,
Healing the wounds that once made us cry.

In the dance of the wind, in the sun’s warm kiss,
We find the courage we thought we’d miss.
With every step, a gentle release,
Embracing the journey, we find our peace.