In the quiet of the night I hear,Whispers soft, the end draws near.A gentle breeze, a fleeting sigh,As stars take their place in the sky.Leaves fall with a tender grace,Each a story, a time, a place.Echoes of laughter, tears once shed,In the garden of life, where dreams are fed.The river flows, a silent guide,Through valleys deep, where shadows hide.Yet in its depths, a light remains,A promise of peace beyond the chains.Embrace the night, the quiet call,For in its arms, we find it all.The dance of time, the fleeting breath,A gentle farewell, the beauty of death.