In the quiet arms of dawn,
Where shadows fade and dreams renew,
The gentle breeze carries whispers
Of healing in the morning hue.

Beneath the sky, vast and wide,
Hope blooms like a timid flower,
Reaching for the sun’s warm touch,
In each and every passing hour.

Through the storms and endless nights,
A promise lingers in the air,
That after rain, the world will glow,
And hearts will find their way to care.

So hold the light within your soul,
Let it guide you through the dark,
For healing whispers softly still,
And hope ignites the smallest spark.