In the silent glades where shadows play,
The whispers of healing find their way.
Through ancient trees and soft, cool breeze,
They mend the heart and put the mind at ease.

Beneath the stars, where night is deep,
Dreams of solace gently seep.
Wrapped in a blanket of the moon’s soft light,
Wounds of the soul take their flight.

Rivers of time, with waters clear,
Wash away the remnants of fear.
Each ripple, a promise of new beginnings,
A testament to life’s gentle winnings.

As dawn arises with a golden hue,
The world feels tender, fresh, and new.
Embrace the day with open heart,
For healing is a wondrous art.