Upon the edge of life where shadows play,There lies the quiet whisper of the night,A gentle call that bids the soul away,To realms where daybreak meets eternal light.As time’s relentless hand does softly weave,A tapestry of moments, bright yet brief,In every breath, we learn at last to leave,Embracing solace in the cloak of grief.Yet fear not, heart, for death is but a gate,To worlds unseen where dreams and hopes reside,Where love transcends the chains of mortal fate,And in its wake, the spirit shall abide.So, let us cherish all that life bestows,In every fleeting glance, a truth profound,For in the end, the river ever flows,And in its course, eternity is found.