Though autumn leaves may fall, your light remains,
A gentle warmth that lingers on the breeze.
In silent mornings, after gentle rains,
Your laughter echoes softly through the trees.
Time’s current sweeps us on, yet still we find
Your memory woven in each waking day.
A quiet strength, a solace to the mind,
A guiding star that never fades away.
Within our hearts, your kindness leaves its trace,
A beacon shining through each shadowed night.
No darkness now could dim your tender grace,
Nor rob the world of your remembered light.
Though now you roam where pain and sorrow cease,
Dear Alex, rest—forever held in peace.