Healing Halls:

In the sterile halls of the hospital,

Where white coats scurry to and fro,

The sickly lay in their beds,

Their pain and suffering on show.

Beeping machines and blinking lights,

The soundtrack of the ill,

Nurses with kind smiles and gentle hands,

Ease their patients with skill.

The scent of antiseptic lingers,

A reminder of the fight,

Against the illnesses that plague us,

Day and night.

But in these halls of healing,

There is hope and there is care,

And though it may seem daunting,

There is comfort to be found there.

For in the heart of the hospital,

Lies a strength that can't be beat,

The love and dedication of those,

Who tend to the sick and weak.

So here's to the hospital,

And all who work within,

Thank you for your tireless efforts,

And for helping us begin again.