In the quiet of the fading light,
Where shadows dance with the moon’s gentle glow,
Whispers echo from the silent night,
Carrying tales of hearts below.
The gentle breeze, a mournful song,
Sings of love lost and dreams untold,
A melody where we all belong,
In the arms of memories, warm and cold.
Tears like rain upon the earth,
Nourishing the seeds of sorrow,
Yet from grief, there springs a birth,
Of strength to face a new tomorrow.
In the silence, find your peace,
In the shadows, seek the light,
For in the heart’s quiet release,
Death becomes a gentle night.