In shadows cast by setting sun, A journey’s end has just begun. As you depart, with grace unyielded, What tales remain, to time unwielded? Will echoes sing of battles fought, Or dreams pursued, yet never caught? A gentle heart, a laughter bright, Reside in stories spun from light. Leave whispers etched in moonlit skies, Of paths you've trod, of tender ties. For in your wake, with starlit glow, Lives the story you wish to show.