In the quiet embrace of morning’s light,
Where shadows fade and dreams ignite,
The heart finds solace in gentle streams,
Awakening softly from restless dreams.
Beneath the sky’s tender, painted hue,
The soul discovers a path anew,
Glimmers of hope in every sigh,
As burdens lift and spirits fly.
Among the trees where whispers sing,
Nature’s balm begins to cling,
Healing breaths in each rustling leaf,
Offering peace and sweet relief.
With every step on this sacred ground,
Fragments of joy are gently found,
In the dance of time and endless grace,
A journey of healing we embrace.