Prompt

were you there when thy laid Him in the tomb? In the stillness A shadow falls, a tender grace. Wounded leaves whisper, softly they sigh, shadow with tearful eye. Silence weaves a web, a spirit takes flight, A shadow veiled, elusive in sight. It holds the secrets of nature's art, A glimpse of life's hidden, beating heart. Like hope, it dances, forever alive, In the depths of the human soul it thrives. Never fading, never to deceive, This shadow of promise, never to grieve.