In shadows deep where silence weaves,

A whisper stirs among the leaves,

The final breath, a fleeting sigh,

As time slips softly, passing by.


A gentle hand, a fading light,

The day surrenders to the night,

In every heart, a tale untold,

Of love and loss, of warmth and cold.


The autumn leaves, they dance and fall,

A testament to life’s great call,

Each moment cherished, each laugh and tear,

A tapestry of joy and fear.


Yet in the stillness, hope remains,

In memories held, in love’s sweet chains,

For though the body may decay,

The spirit soars, it finds its way.


In every star that lights the sky,

In every tear that dares to dry,

Death is but a door ajar,

A journey to where dreams are far.


So let us not in sorrow dwell,

For life’s a story, and death’s a spell,

A passage to the great unknown,

Where souls unite, and love has grown.


Embrace the dusk, the twilight’s grace,

For in the end, we find our place,

In every heartbeat, every breath,

We live, we love, we conquer death.