In the quiet healing of dawn’s embrace,
Where shadows of the night gently fade,
The heart finds solace in the soft light,
Whispering of hope and new beginnings.

As the sun rises, painting skies anew,
Each ray a brushstroke of tender warmth,
Wounds of yesterday begin to mend,
Washed by the gentle tide of morning.

Through the whisper of the waking breeze,
The soul hears a hymn of resilience,
Echoing through the valleys of the mind,
Reminding of strength found in stillness.

In the serenity of nature’s song,
The spirit finds its path to recovery,
Walking gently with time as its guide,
Toward the horizon of renewal and peace.