In the silent dance of shadows, we find our place,
A fleeting spark in the vast, eternal space.
Time’s gentle whisper echoes in our ears,
Reminding us of our hopes, dreams, and fears.

Each moment, a petal in the bloom of our days,
Carried by winds in mysterious ways.
We chase the sun, yet the night draws near,
Holding tightly to memories we hold dear.

The stars above, ancient and wise,
Reflect our stories in the endless skies.
As the moonlight bathes the world in silver hue,
We ponder what is false, and what is true.

In the end, we are but whispers in the breeze,
Our souls set free with gentle ease.
Mortality’s embrace, both tender and kind,
Guides us to peace, where we leave our fears behind.