In the quiet halls where whispers flow,
Nurses move with gentle grace,
Their hands weave tales of care and hope,
In every touch, a warm embrace.

Through sleepless nights and endless days,
They light the path for weary souls,
With steadfast hearts and tender ways,
They mend the wounds, make broken whole.

In eyes that see beyond the pain,
A strength resides, serene and true,
Their courage shines through every strain,
A guiding light in skies of blue.

To nurses, heroes without capes,
We owe our thanks, our silent cheers,
For in their hands our lives reshape,
Their kindness echoes through the years.