In the silent echoes of a sunless day,
Grief tiptoes softly through the soul,
A gentle whisper of what once was,
Guiding hearts in quiet, solemn dance.

Amidst the tender embrace of night,
Tears fall like rain upon the earth,
Each drop a memory of love lost,
Carving rivers upon weary cheeks.

Yet in the stillness, solace can be found,
In the gentle rustling of autumn leaves,
Where nature cradles the wounded heart,
And time weaves threads of healing light.

So let the shadows linger as they must,
For in their depths, new hope will rise,
A phoenix born from ashes of sorrow,
To welcome dawn with open arms.