In the quiet hush of morning’s light,
Where whispers of the dawn unfold,
A gentle balm for weary souls,
In healing’s tender, soft embrace.

The river flows with timeless grace,
Carving paths through ancient stones,
As nature’s song begins to weave,
A tapestry of hope and peace.

Amidst the rustle of the leaves,
The world slows down, a breath, a pause,
In moments small, the heart finds ease,
And broken wings begin to mend.

The journey inward, step by step,
A dance with shadows, light, and shade,
In healing’s sphere, we find our truth,
And rise anew, with love restored.