In the quiet heart of the ancient grove,
Where shadows dance and whispers rove,
The trees stand tall, their secrets deep,
Guardians of those who gently sleep.

Leaves rustle softly in the mournful breeze,
A lullaby sung by the towering trees,
Echoes of life that once did bloom,
Now rest beneath the forest’s gloom.

Moonlight spills on the forest floor,
A silver path to the eternal shore,
Where souls wander, free from pain,
Embraced by nature’s gentle refrain.

In death, a deep serenity found,
A peaceful rest beneath the ground,
Nature cradles in her tender arms,
A promise of life in her endless charms.