In the whispering winds of night, Shadows weave their silent thread, As stars flicker in their solemn flight, We ponder paths we dare to tread. Time, a river flowing fast, Carries dreams upon its waves, Echoes of the moments past, Whisper softly in the caves. Hearts beat with a tender grace, Yet pause to question every breath, In the mirror of time’s embrace, We glimpse the shadowy hand of death. But in the dance of dusk and dawn, We find beauty in each fleeting day, Embrace the light ere it be gone, For in the end, we all must fade away.