In the grove where twilight fades,
Whispers ride on evening's blades,
A laughter soft, a gentle grace,
In every leaf, your smiling face.
The world was bright when you were near,
Each whispered breeze was crystal clear,
In melodies of nature's hum,
Your voice, a light that’s never done.
Rest now, silver song, your journey’s through,
In peace, the skies will carry you.
Your melody will never cease,
Go now, and be at peace.
In the falls where tears were shed,
Echoes dance with souls long dead,
In every droplet, grief remains,
A song of loss, a silent pain.
Though time has passed, your fate unkind,
Your memory, we cannot bind,
In every heart, a wound still bleeds,
A silent cry, a prayerful need.
Rest now, silver song, your journey’s through,
In peace, the skies will carry you.
Your melody will never cease,
Go now, and be at peace.
Now in the twilight's final gleam,
Shadows weave the end of dreams,
But know this truth, through all the years,
Your love remains, though hearts shed tears.
So rest, my friend, beneath the sky,
Where stars will shine, and never die,
The winds will carry all our song,
To where your spirit now belongs.
Rest now, silver song, your journey’s through,
In peace, the skies will carry you.
Your melody will never cease,
Go now, and be at peace.
In every note, in every breeze,
Your soul will rest, your heart at ease.
In every shadow, every light,
You find your peace, and take your flight.
