In the quiet whisper of autumn leaves,
Where time’s breath halts in silent reprieve,
Lies the classic tale of life’s gentle cease,
A dance with shadows, a final release.
The moonlight kisses the weary ground,
Where echoes of laughter no longer resound,
Yet in the stillness, a story unfolds,
Of dreams and whispers, and secrets untold.
In the embrace of night’s tender cloak,
Life’s fragile thread begins to unyoke,
Yet death, so classic, in its timeless grace,
Leaves a gentle smile upon each face.
The stars bear witness to the eternal flight,
Guiding souls through the quiet night,
In this dance of shadows and endless peace,
Life finds its rhythm, and sorrows cease.