He was young, yet his spirit was old, seeing sunrise as treasure, more precious than gold.
He laughed without effort, he worked with his hands, and left quiet kindness wherever he stands.
No one expected his steps to be few, no sickness, no warning, no sorrow in view.
The world simply hushed, the moment grew still, and heaven reached out with a love that could fill.
He often spoke softly of home far away, not built out of timber that withers one day.
His heart was drawn upward, beyond earth's disguise, to a land without burden, beneath brighter skies.
When time gently called, he answered with peace, his journey was steady, his soul found release.
No fear in his leaving, no shadow, no fight, just walking ahead toward a river of light.
They carried his memory, tender and true, his laughter, his courage, the good he would do.
Though aching in absence, they knew he had gone, not lost into darkness, but carried by dawn.
So the young man went home where the faithful belong, his spirit still lingers in memory's song.
He left as he lived-quiet, graceful, complete, with love in his footsteps and peace at his feet.