In the whispering winds of ancient trees,
Lies the secret of life and death intertwined.
Leaves fall gently, returning to the earth,
A cycle unbroken, nature’s eternal rebirth.
The rivers flow, carving paths through time,
Carrying tales of ages past and present divine.
In their depths, the silence of lost souls,
Finding peace in the waterâs gentle rolls.
The mountains stand tall, guardians of the sky,
Watching over valleys where the shadows lie.
Each stone a marker of forgotten dreams,
Echoing softly in the midnightâs beams.
As the sun sets, painting the horizon gold,
Night embraces the world, silent and cold.
Death walks hand in hand with lifeâs breath,
In natureâs embrace, thereâs beauty in death.