In the quiet sigh of evening’s breath,
Shadows stretch beneath the moon’s soft gaze,
Where whispers linger of forgotten dreams,
And silence holds the secrets of the end.

Stars flicker like memories in the dark,
Each one a tale of life once brightly burned,
Now resting in the gentle arms of night,
Where time surrenders to eternity.

The leaves rustle with stories old and new,
Carried on the winds of endless change,
As nature weaves her cycle once again,
Embracing all that fades into the dusk.

In this serene embrace, fear finds release,
For death is but a passage to the dawn,
A whisper in the silence of the soul,
Guiding us to light beyond the veil.