In the quiet of the night, a whisper calls,
A reminder of our fleeting time, it falls.
Like autumn leaves, we wither and fade,
In nature’s cycle, our fate is laid.

Mortality, a shadow we cannot outrun,
Beneath the eternal sky and burning sun.
Each breath a gift, each moment a chance,
In the grand, ephemeral dance.

We build our dreams, castles in the sand,
Knowing well they crumble by Time’s hand.
Yet in this fragile, transient state,
We find beauty, love, and fate.

So let us cherish every fleeting hour,
Embrace the joy, the pain, the power.
For in the end, when we must part,
We’ll leave a mark upon each heart.