In halls of healing, where whispers mend,
Nurses tread, with hearts to lend.
Through nights so long, and days so bright,
Their care remains, a guiding light.

With gentle hands, they ease the pain,
Through joy and sorrow, loss and gain.
Their presence, calm, in times of strife,
They bridge the gap, ‘tween death and life.

In silence, oft their deeds are done,
Unsung heroes, every one.
Their strength, a beacon, fierce and true,
In every touch, hope they renew.

So let us honor, those who give,
Their days and nights, so others live.
With gratitude, our hearts we raise,
To nurses, worthy of our praise.