In the dawn of life, a tender bloom,
Whispers of hope in morning’s light,
Yet fate’s cruel hand, a swift consume,
Shadows cast in endless night.

Dreams unspoken, paths untread,
The world a canvas, colors bright,
But destiny’s thread, a final thread,
Weaves a tapestry of silent flight.

Hearts left aching, memories sweet,
A soul departed, too soon to soar,
In twilight’s grasp, a bittersweet,
Echoes linger, forevermore.

Though gone too soon, the spirit stays,
A star that shines in skies above,
Guiding us through life’s winding ways,
A testament to endless love.