When shadows lengthen on the wall,
and twilight whispers nature's call,
I feel the weight of years ago,
like autumn leaves of crimson gold,
readying for their final fall.

The clock ticks slower than before,
as memories seep through every door,
of lives I've touched and those I've known,
of seeds of love that I have sown,
now maturing on a faraway shore.

My breath grows soft like the morning mist,
as death releases what I've kissed.
The sun, the rain, the gentle breeze,
my weariness is carried through the trees,
all fading into peace as I cease to exist.

So lay me down in earth's embrace,
where time dissolves my body's trace.
The stars will watch me in peaceful sleep,
as roots and soil their vigil keep,
until I become one with this sacred space.

©️Lizzie Bevis