In the quiet whisper of the night,
Where stars flicker in their eternal dance,
Lies a realm untouched by fleeting light,
A realm where shadows find their chance.
The leaves fall, a gentle, somber song,
Each one a story of time passed by,
In their descent, they know where they belong,
Beneath the vast, unending sky.
Death walks softly on this earthly plane,
A guide to the unknown’s silent shore,
Taking us where echoes softly wane,
To places unseen, forevermore.
Yet in its grasp, life finds a new start,
A cycle of endings and beginnings entwined,
In every farewell, a beating heart,
A reminder of the love we leave behind.