In the quiet whispers of the dawn, we find
A path of light where health does bind
Our weary souls in gentle grace
To mend and heal, in time and space.

With every breath, a gift we take
To cherish life, for our own sake
Through trials and pain, we rise and bend
With hope and strength, we find the end.

The winds of change, they softly blow
To cleanse our hearts and let us grow
In fields of green, where dreams take flight
We walk the path from dark to light.

So let the healing winds embrace
Our minds and bodies, with gentle grace
For health is not just absence of ill
But a journey of love, and a heart that’s still.