In the quiet whispers of the night,
We hear the echoes of our fleeting days.
Shadows stretch and blend with light,
In life’s ever-changing, gentle maze.

We walk the path of sun and shade,
With hearts that beat to time’s soft song.
Each moment, a step in a dance well-made,
Where right and wrong both belong.

The stars above, they watch us pass,
With silent wisdom, they gleam and gaze.
They remind us that all things, alas,
Are bound to fade in time’s embrace.

So cherish the breath, the laugh, the tear,
For all is woven in the fabric of being.
Mortality, the truth we hold dear,
In every end, a new beginning.