In the quiet whisper of the night, we ponder,On life’s gentle dance, so brief and tender,With every heartbeat, a moment slips away,A reminder of our fragile, finite stay.The stars above, like sentinels, gaze down,Witnesses to our laughter, tears, and frown,They twinkle, eternal, while we fade,Yet in our hearts, memories are made.Time, the silent river, flows unceasing,Carrying with it dreams and hopes increasing,We chase the sun, though shadows loom,In the garden of life, we bloom and consume.Embrace the now, for tomorrow’s unsure,In the tapestry of life, nothing is secure,Yet through love, we leave our trace,An immortal mark in the human race.