Let the leaves speak, as the cosmos weeps in silence,
whispering secrets in the shadows of the twilight.
Once, I burned bright, casting shadows playful,
now I flicker, a dim ember against the night.
Hearken to my final sigh, a breath of stellar dust
that gathers in the chasms of ancient dreams.
Time folds upon itself, a tapestry unwoven,
threads turn to ashes, in a dance of disarray.
In the whispering woods, beneath the starlit dome,
where whispers of time trace paths unseen,
there lies the heart of fading light,
a mysterious echo carved in the bark of eternity.
I am the silence after the bang,
the rustling leaves beneath forgotten skies.
Listen well, for here lies the truth,
the echo of a star's last dream.
Follow the breeze, the winds of cosmic tale,
where leaves cradle the last words of solace.
Unravel the mysteries they guard,
the murmur of time's gentle sigh.