In the hush of the morning light,
Where shadows softly fade away,
The heart finds solace in the quiet,
A gentle balm for yesterday.

Amidst the rustling leaves’ embrace,
Nature’s symphony begins to play,
Each note a whisper of renewal,
Guiding lost souls back to their way.

Through the tapestry of time and tears,
Hope emerges from the depth of night,
With every dawn, a healing whisper,
Promising the return of light.

So let the silence be your guide,
In its depths, find the peace you seek,
For in the quiet lies the answer,
A gentle strength for the weary and weak.