In the quiet of the morning light,
Where dreams still softly linger,
A gentle whisper calls my name,
Healing with a tender finger.

The echoes of a distant past,
Dance upon the fragile breeze,
Mending wounds with every sigh,
In the rustling of the leaves.

Beneath the canopy of hope,
Stars twinkle with a knowing glance,
Guiding me through paths unseen,
In this delicate, healing dance.

With each breath, I find my peace,
In the embrace of nature’s song,
Healing whispers carry me,
To where my heart belongs.