In the gentle arms of dawn’s embrace,
Awakens the soul to a quiet place.
Where whispers of the morning breeze,
Caress the heart and set it at ease.

Through the lush meadows of time’s design,
The spirit wanders, seeking signs.
Healing blooms in the silent song,
Where every step feels right, not wrong.

Beneath the vast and endless sky,
Dreams unfold and learn to fly.
Each tear shed upon the ground,
Nurtures life, where hope is found.

In the stillness of the twilight’s glow,
Wounds mend, and courage grows.
The heart, once heavy, finds its peace,
In healing’s light, the soul’s release.