In the quiet hush of dawn’s embrace,
Where whispers of solace softly trace,
There blooms a tender, healing grace,
In gentleness, a sacred space.
A gentle touch, as soft as down,
Soothes wounds unseen, without a sound,
A humble heart, with love profound,
In innocence, new hope is found.
Pure as snow, in its pristine white,
A balm for souls in darkest night,
With every flicker, every light,
Healing blooms, a wondrous sight.
In humble hands, the power to mend,
With kindness as their gentle friend,
Through trials faced, and hearts that bend,
Healing flows, a journey’s end.
So let us tread with hearts sincere,
In gentleness, humbly draw near,
With purity, our paths to clear,
In healing’s light, let love appear.