In the quiet of fading light,
Where shadows dance with gentle grace,
A whisper echoes through the night,
Embracing time in its tender embrace.

Leaves fall in silent melody,
Each one a story softly told,
Painting dreams in a fleeting symphony,
As the world turns from gold to cold.

The moon casts silver on weary eyes,
Reflecting journeys long and deep,
In the stillness where the spirit lies,
Finding peace in eternal sleep.

Through whispers of the evening breeze,
The final breath, a gentle sigh,
As stars above and ancient trees,
Sing their lullaby to the sky.