In shadows cast by fleeting days,
The clock ticks on, silent and wise,
Mortality’s gentle, firm embrace,
A reminder beneath the skies.

Leaves whisper tales of seasons past,
Each moment a treasure, not to last,
We walk this path with hearts aglow,
In the dance of life, we come and go.

Stars above, eternal glimmers bright,
Reflect the echoes of our night,
Yet in this brief and fragile stay,
We find our light in the break of day.

Embrace the journey, the ebb and flow,
In mortality’s shadow, we learn to grow,
For in the whispers of the fleeting breeze,
We find our peace, our sweet release.