In the quiet night, shadows softly fall,
A whisper in the wind, a final call.
The stars above, in silent vigil keep,
As the world below succumbs to sleep.

Through the darkened woods, a lone bird sings,
Echoes of a life, on fragile wings.
The moonlight weaves a tapestry so bright,
Guiding souls through the eternal night.

Memories linger, like a gentle breeze,
Whispering tales among the ancient trees.
Each leaf that falls, a story to be told,
Of loves and losses, of the young and old.

In this moment, time seems to stand still,
Embracing silence, with a quiet thrill.
For in the end, we all must take our leave,
Leaving behind, the ones who grieve.