In the quiet halls where whispers blend,
Stand the guardians, hearts to mend.
With gentle hands and steady grace,
They bring hope to every place.

Through night and day, they tirelessly roam,
In every room, they make a home.
Their soothing words, a calming sea,
For every soul, a remedy.

In times of need, they are the light,
Guiding us through the darkest night.
With courage worn upon their sleeve,
In their embrace, we find reprieve.

Ode to nurses, whose love prevails,
Their strength and kindness never fails.
In the tapestry of care they weave,
A legacy of healing they leave.