In the quiet afternoon's embrace, Beneath the yawning sky, We gather with the gentle grace, To bid Joos a soft goodbye. The sun casts whispers on the land, Where shadows honor light, Ashes cradled in loving hands, In earth's embrace, a final rite. With every breeze, a memory sways, Through leaves of weathered trees, Their whispering nods in soft array, As if to soothe our pleas. This sacred plot, where roots entwine, Holds tales of love and lore, Now Joos becomes the earth's design, A part of us, forevermore. In silence, we feel the presence, still, Of every joy and strife, Laid gently down, with tender will, An echo of a life.