In the quiet of the night, a whisper comes,
A gentle breeze that stills the restless mind.
The stars above, like ancient, silent drums,
Beat softly, marking time we leave behind.
The hands of time, so effortlessly they glide,
Through moments fleeting, seconds turned to dust.
We walk this path where love and fear collide,
Embrace the end with dignity and trust.
The autumn leaves, with grace they fall to rest,
On earth so tender, cradling their descent.
In death we find a peace, a final quest,
To realms unknown, a journey heaven-sent.
When shadows call and silence falls, we see,
The end is but a door to worlds anew.
Our spirits rise, from mortal bonds set free,
Embracing light, eternal, pure, and true.