Beneath the cloak of night's serene embrace, Where whispers of the lost dance with the stars, The silent shadow passes, leaves no trace, But in our hearts, it locks away the scars.

The leaves do fall, as seasons shift their course, Each one a tale of beauty, brief in span, Reminding us of nature's gentle force, And of the fleeting timeline of a man.

In quiet moments, memory takes flight, Revisiting the souls once held so dear. Their laughter, love, a beacon in the night, In every whispered breeze, we feel them near.

Though death may steal the warmth of life's soft breath, In us, their essence braves the void of death.