When shadows fall and darkness whispers near,
The heart may break, but solace must appear.
In quiet moments, strength begins to grow,
Through whispered winds and streams that softly flow.

Beneath the stars, where silent dreams take flight,
The soul finds peace within the gentle night.
With every breath, a balm for wounds unseen,
As moonlight bathes the world in silver sheen.

In nature’s arms, a tender, soothing grace,
The spirit mends within this sacred space.
Through rustling leaves and songs of morning light,
The heart learns once again to take its flight.

So let the past dissolve in twilight’s hue,
And welcome dawn with skies of brilliant blue.
For in the journey of each healing day,
The soul finds strength to rise and gently sway.