In shadows deep, the whispers call,
A gentle breeze through autumn’s fall.
The clock ticks soft, in rhythmic grace,
As time slips by, in silent space.

Beneath the stars, the night unfolds,
A tapestry of stories told.
The moonlight casts its silver glow,
On paths where ancient spirits go.

The echoes of the past remain,
In every tear, in every pain.
Yet in the stillness, peace is found,
A quiet rest, in hallowed ground.

So let us cherish moments near,
For in the end, they disappear.
A classic dance of life and death,
A gentle sigh, a final breath.