In the emerald fields where whispers roam,
A gentle soul departs for home.
The misty morn, a silent guide,
Leads the way to the other side.

With every step, the echoes fade,
Leaving behind the life they made.
The river sings a lullaby,
To the stars that watch from the sky.

The Celtic winds carry the tales,
Of laughter, love, and soft details.
In the heart of the land so green,
A legacy remains unseen.

In memories where time stands still,
The Irish spirit dances at will.
And though the body rests in peace,
The soul finds its eternal release.