In the quiet dawn, where shadows cease to roam,
The heart finds solace in the gentle breeze,
Whispers of hope in the morning’s glow,
Healing begins where the soul finds peace.

Beneath the canopy of ancient trees,
Leaves rustle tales of forgotten dreams,
Nature’s balm on wounds unseen,
Restoring faith in life’s flowing streams.

Stars above, with their eternal light,
Guide the weary through the night,
A promise of brighter days to come,
Filling hearts with courage and might.

As the sun paints the skies anew,
Each hue a testament of rebirth,
Hope blossoms in the heart’s own garden,
A reminder of the beauty of this earth.