In the quiet of the evening’s glow,
A whisper calls from shadows deep,
Where time’s gentle hands bestow
A solemn promise softly to keep.

Beneath the stars, where silence reigns,
Her thoughts dance with the autumn breeze,
Embracing whispers of life’s refrains,
In the tender arms of death’s ease.

In fields where wildflowers gently sway,
Her spirit finds a peaceful rest,
The world fades into the dusk’s gray,
Cradled in nature’s eternal breast.

With every step on the path unknown,
She walks with grace, serene and free,
In death’s embrace, she’s not alone,
For in its folds, she finds her plea.