In whispers of the ancient winds,
Our stories softly intertwine,
The seeds of dreams we dared to plant,
Bloom in fields of endless time.

Each footprint marks a path well-tread,
Through valleys deep and mountains high,
Echoes of our laughter linger,
Beneath the ever-watchful sky.

We weave with threads of love and hope,
A tapestry of tales and lore,
In hearts we’ve touched, our legacy,
A beacon on life’s distant shore.

So as the sun sets on our days,
And twilight shades the golden hues,
Remember us not for our names,
But for the light we left with you.