Shepherds of wildflowers seed    
when the birds are on the wings
and the Autumn winds sing  
the oaks fall the acorns  
until the leaves have yellowed  
and scamper down the grass
as nature bounds the sheaves  
when the birds are on the wings

Soft whispers calm the soul
As healing's gentle touch makes whole
The fragments of a heart that's torn
Are slowly mended, like the morning's dawn.

The warmth of love and care surrounds
A soothing balm that heals the wounds
Of memories that once brought pain
Now slowly fade, like autumn's rain.

With every breath, the heart revives
As healing's gentle touch survives
The darkness fades, the light shines through
And all that's broken is made anew.

In time, the scars will fade from sight
As healing's gentle touch ignites
A radiant glow that shines so bright
Guiding us forward, through the darkest night.

Healing's journey is not always fast
But with each step, we find our path
Through the shadows, into the light
Where love and peace await, and all is made right.