In the quiet August sun, he slipped away, A whisper on the breeze, a fading ray. Demontray, once vibrant as the summer's bloom, Now rests beneath the tranquil evening's loom. His laughter echoes in the evening air, A gentle memory we hold with care. Through tear-stained eyes, we glimpse his shining light, A brother's love, a beacon through the night. Though time may pass, and seasons always change, His spirit, in our hearts, will rearrange, Into a garden where his laughter flows, Forever blooming, steady in repose.