Beautiful RED belt

Perhaps it’s love for the white attire,
A symbol of courage, burning fire.
Bound together in purpose clear,
In this white dress, we persevere.

Patience whispers in threads of white,
Endurance shines in the darkest night.
Through waiting, in silent grace,
We find strength in this sacred space.

In RED belts, their beauty gleams,
Nurses, the poets of healing’s dreams.
Taught to bear grief, to endure the strife,
In white dresses, they carry life.

Yet still, we wait for the days most fair,
To weave beauty in the threads of care.
For in the absence of beauty’s light,
We craft it ourselves, with all our might.

Through the trials, through the pain,
In every loss, in every gain,
This journey teaches, it molds and bends,
Nurses, the epitome of love that mends.

So let us cherish these angels in white,
Guiding us through the darkest night.
For in their hands, hope ever thrives,
Nurses, the embodiment of life’s revives.

In the tapestry of life, they sew with grace,
Nurses, the guardians in every place.
With crimson belts, they stand so bold,
Breathing love into stories yet untold.

For in their presence, beauty unfurls,
Nurses, the heartbeat of a healing world.
With each step, they endure and strive,
In the symphony of life, they keep love alive.