Beneath the weight of daily grind,
The spine, a river, bends and winds.
With gentle touch, a healer’s art,
Restoring balance, mending heart.
Each crack, a whisper, a sigh released,
Muscles soften, tension ceased.
In stillness found, the body speaks,
A dance of relief in subtle peaks.
In the hands of healing, pain takes flight,
As alignment guides us back to light.
A journey inward, both bold and true,
In each adjustment, we start anew.