In the tender bloom of morning light,
Where dreams and hopes reside so bright,
A fleeting whisper calls from afar,
Marking the end of a youthful star.

Petals fall from unseen skies,
Carried by winds with silent sighs,
The laughter fades, a gentle song,
Echoing where young hearts belong.

Time, a thief with gentle hands,
Steals the moments, grains of sands,
Yet in each glance, a fleeting grace,
Lives the story of an unfinished race.

In the shadow where dreams decay,
Whispers of youth slowly drift away,
Yet the light remains, a tender glow,
In hearts where young spirits still flow.