Healing

Healing's gentle rain, falls soft and slow, Washing wounds, that time couldn't know, It soothes the scars, and calms the pain, And teaches the heart, to beat again. In quiet moments, it starts to seep, A balm for the soul, a peace to keep, It mends the cracks, and lifts the weight, And guides us forward, to a brighter state. With every breath, it works its way, Dissolving fears, and chasing the gray, Bringing light, to the darkest night, Healing's gift, is a precious sight 🌠.