Beneath the whispering trees of time,
Where shadows dance and dreams unwind,
I walk a path of mending rhyme,
To leave the broken past behind.

With every step, the weight does lift,
As burdens fall like autumn leaves,
The heart begins to gently sift,
Through pain that once did fiercely grieve.

In nature’s arms, I find my grace,
A river’s song, a bird’s sweet call,
They guide me to a sacred place,
Where healing whispers through it all.

The scars may fade but never hide,
Each tells a tale of strength and might,
For in the journey far and wide,
I find my peace, my soul’s pure light.