In the quiet embrace of dawn’s first light,
Where the gentle winds softly dance,
I find solace beneath the sky’s vast expanse,
Healing in whispers, in moments light.

Through silent streams where reflections flow,
The heart unburdens its weary weight,
As nature weaves a tender fate,
In these sacred spaces, peace does grow.

The rustling leaves sing a lullaby,
Their gentle whispers soothe the soul,
In the embrace of time, we become whole,
Finding strength beneath the vast sky.

As the sun sets, painting hues of gold,
The heart finds its rhythm, calm and slow,
In the gentle arms of earth below,
A journey of healing, silently told.