8 hours

Eight hours of sleep, a luxury so rare,

A gift to the soul, a break from despair.

Lost in slumber, no worries in sight,

A peaceful escape, from the troubles of night.

Our eyes grow heavy, our bodies grow still,

As dreams take us away, on a journey up the hill.

We see the sun rise, in the morning sky,

And feel the warmth, of a brand new day’s light.

Eight hours of sleep, a treasure so bright,

A chance to be whole, to be at peace with the night.

But for many of us, this gift remains unseen,

Lost in the grind, in the rush of routine.

We lay awake, counting hours go by,

As dreams stay just out of reach, on the other side.

We pray for slumber, to take us away,

But the morning always comes, just as the night begins to fade.

Eight hours of sleep, a miracle so few,

A chance to feel rested, to start anew.

So let us cherish, this moment so rare,

For it may just be, what we need to repair.