In shadows deep where monkeys play, I find my heart's last resting bay. The echoes of laughter now far behind, Children's smiles, a husband's bind. Alone beneath the wild wood's crest, My spirit whispers, begging rest. The leaves, like hands, they cradle me, In solace found, beneath the tree. For life's embrace now fades away, Yet here, in peace, my soul shall stay. The monkey sings a gentle hymn, As twilight calls, my senses dim. In nature's arms, I cease to strive, Yet in this world, I feel alive.