"Transience lurks in every shadow, reminding us that even in the depths of despair, beauty lies intertwined with loss."
Twisted trunks weave a tale of eerie grace
Crimson blades whisper in nature's embrace
Buried dreams linger in earth's quiet sigh
Echoes of the lost rise softly to the sky
Moonlit shadows dance through branches so stark
Life and death twine like a lingering spark
In haunting beauty, the past finds its place
Amidst the unknown, we search for our grace.
