In the shadow of the emerald isle’s embrace,
Where the mist meets the mournful sea,
A gentle whisper calls through time and space,
To cradle hearts in solemn reverie.

The fields of green, with stories untold,
Echo the voices of those who have gone,
In every leaf, a memory unfolds,
Of laughter, tears, and the break of dawn.

The ancient stones, they stand in line,
Guardians of secrets long since passed,
Their silent watch, a sacred sign,
Of life’s fleeting journey, so vast.

Yet in the air, a melody lingers,
A song of peace, in the softest breath,
As gentle as a lover’s fingers,
Guiding souls beyond the veil of death.