In the quiet whisper of the moonlit night,
We wander through the shadows of time’s gentle embrace,
With each heartbeat, a step closer to the fading light,
In this waltz with mortality, we find our place.

The stars above, ancient and wise,
Gaze upon our transient footsteps below,
Witnesses to the dreams that rise,
And the silent echoes of the lives we sow.

Leaves fall softly, kissing the earth,
A reminder of the circle, the endless flow,
In every ending, there is rebirth,
In every goodbye, a promise to grow.

We hold hands with the dusk, unafraid,
For in mortality’s embrace, we find grace,
A dance eternal, beautifully swayed,
In the fleeting shadows of our mortal race.