Pulses of Healing

In sterile halls where whispers fade,

White-coated heroes ply their trade.

A symphony of beeps and hums,

A haven where healing softly drums.

Gowned figures in a dance of care,

A tapestry of hope in the air.

Rooms echo tales of pain and grace,

Yet hope persists in this sacred space.

Needles weave a tale of strength,

A quilt of courage, strand by length.

In the hospital's embrace, we find,

Resilience is born in the human mind.

Through corridors of worry and fear,

Echoes the heartbeat, loud and clear.

In the quiet war against despair,

A sanctuary of mending, love to share.

The pulse of life, the healer's art,

A dance of science, a beating heart.

In the hospital's embrace, we stand,

A testament to the care, hand in hand.