In the gentle whisper of the wind,
Lies a comfort soft and kind,
A balm for hearts once torn apart,
A refuge for the weary mind.
The sea sings songs of ancient lore,
Waves that dance upon the shore,
Carrying whispers of healing grace,
Guiding souls forevermore.
Among the trees, the rustling leaves,
Speak of solace, a quiet reprieve,
Their shadows cast a soothing shade,
Where weary spirits can believe.
Stars above in the velvet night,
Shimmer softly with gentle light,
Their glow a promise of tomorrow,
A beacon through the darkest plight.