In the quiet whispers of the dawn,
Where shadows fade and light is born,
I walk the path of healing grace,
Finding peace in every place.
The gentle breeze caresses my soul,
Mending pieces, making whole,
With every step, a burden sheds,
As tranquility gently spreads.
Through valleys deep and mountains high,
Underneath the endless sky,
I seek the calm within the storm,
A heart once cold, now growing warm.
In nature’s arms, I find my way,
Leaving behind the disarray,
Embracing life, with open hands,
On this journey, where healing stands.