In the whispering woods where shadows play,
The leaves rustle a lullaby for the day.
Beneath the ancient oak, where spirits dwell,
Nature sings a song of its quiet farewell.

The river flows with a mournful grace,
Reflecting the sky’s solemn face.
As twilight cloaks the world in mist,
Life and death in harmony coexist.

The flowers bloom in a final dance,
Their petals falling, caught in a trance.
The wind carries whispers of the past,
Reminding us that nothing can last.

Stars ignite the sky with a gentle glow,
Guiding souls to where they must go.
In nature’s embrace, they find their rest,
In death, they join the eternal quest.