In the silent depths of nightâs embrace,
A whisper lingers, cold and frail,
Sickness wraps its shadowed arms,
Yet hope flickers, a distant trail.
Through weary days and endless sighs,
The body bends but does not break,
Each heartbeatâs rhythm softly cries,
For strength to rise, for dawn to wake.
Healing whispers in the gentle breeze,
A tender touch, a soothing balm,
Nature’s grace in rustling leaves,
A promise held in quiet calm.
From darkness blooms a brighter hue,
A tapestry of light and grace,
The soul emerges, strong and true,
In healing’s arms, a warm embrace.