In the quiet halls where whispers blend,
A guardian’s touch begins to mend.
With gentle hands and knowing eyes,
They cradle life beneath the skies.

Through sleepless nights and endless days,
Their spirits shine in subtle ways.
A soothing word, a calming smile,
They walk with us each weary mile.

In moments fraught with fear and pain,
Their strength becomes our gentle gain.
For every heart that feels alone,
A nurse’s care becomes a home.

Amidst the chaos, they stand tall,
A beacon through the darkest call.
With every life they tenderly tend,
The world begins to gently mend.