In the twilight of our days, we find
The echoes of our journey’s end.
A silent whisper through the pines,
A promise that the soul will mend.

The closing scenes of life’s embrace,
With memories that softly fade.
Each ending is a gentle grace,
A pathway that our hearts have made.

As night descends, the stars ignite,
To guide us through the darkest hours.
The end is but a door to light,
A bloom of everlasting flowers.

So fear not the final bow,
For endings are but new beginnings.
In every dusk, a dawn we vow,
Life’s endless tale, forever spinning.