In the quiet of dawn, where shadows fade,
The heart finds solace in the morning’s embrace.
Whispers of peace, like a gentle parade,
Begin to mend the soul’s tender space.

Beneath the azure sky, a symphony sings,
Nature’s balm, in every leaf and breeze.
The wounded spirit finds its wings,
As time and love bring sweet release.

With every step on the mossy ground,
The echoes of pain begin to wane.
Healing whispers, soft and profound,
Guide the heart to peace again.

In the tapestry of life’s gentle art,
Every thread of joy and sorrow weaves.
Embrace the healing, let it start,
And find the strength to believe.