After Death

After death's quiet shroud descends, In stillness, life's journey ends. The world goes on, in endless flow, While we depart, where shadows go. Yet in our memories, we remain, A whisper in the silent rain. A tapestry of days gone by, In every tear, in every sigh. For death, the door to the unknown, A realm where seeds of truth are sown. In this cycle, we find the depth, Embracing life, even after death.