Connections dance spirals beautiful

Life unresolvable shadows them

 

Human essence

In hospitals, where life's essence lies,

A mosaic of souls beneath the skies.

From birth's first cry to final goodbyes,

A symphony of hope, where compassion flies.

Where hands of care weave strength anew,

In the heart's deep chambers, life's virtues brew.

Innovation's light, ethical hues,

In this microcosm, humanity's true.

Hope that sings, resilience calls,

Within these hallowed, healing halls.

A testament to the human fight,

Hospitals, our essence, in purest light. 

Passed all world biaind

 

Wordless power

In the soft embrace of twilight's hue, 

Where art speaks secrets only hearts construe, 

Brushstrokes blend the pain and joy we feel, 

Silent whispers, helping wounds to heal.

Compassion flows in acts so small and bright, 

A touch, a smile, in the gentle night, 

These bonds we weave with love so tenderly, 

Heal the soul, set the spirit free.

Art and kindness, woven in life's thread, 

Bring peace to weary minds, to hearts once bled, 

In this space, no words are needed here, 

Just healing light, love's echo, ever near.

Enchant made soul probable

 

Paper wisdom withers

In the quiet of the quill's dance, 

Wisdom whispers with a wistful glance. 

On paper pristine, theories shine, 

Yet in practice, they often decline.

Ideas ignite, ideologues assert, 

Truths they tout with fervent flirt. 

But when ideals meet reality's art, 

They falter, fail, and then fall apart.

From visions of wealth without the strain, 

To tales of equality that ended in vain, 

Bold proclamations in justice's name, 

Utopian dreams that never became.

Theories thrive in minds so bright, 

But stumble, stagger in the light. 

Experience, that ageless sage, 

Turns the chapter's page.

For wisdom on paper may seem divine, 

Yet practice, my friend, is the truest sign. 

Adapt, amend, adjust with grace, 

And theory’s truth will find its place.