In the quiet woods where shadows play,
A gentle soul took leave one day.
Whispers of wind through the trees,
Carried his spirit on the breeze.
The paths he walked, lined with frost,
Echo stories of bridges crossed.
With every step, a verse he penned,
In natureâs arms, he found his end.
The silent fields, the starlit skies,
Held the whispers of his goodbyes.
In gentle frost, his voice remains,
A timeless echo in soft refrains.
Though he has left this earthly place,
His words endure, a warm embrace.
In every line, his spirit sings,
A poet’s legacy on gentle wings.