In the silent whisper of ancient clocks,
Time weaves its tale through shadowed rocks.
Moments pass like fleeting dreams,
In the endless flow of cosmic streams.
The sun rises, the stars align,
A symphony of hours, so divine.
Seasons change, memories fade,
Yet time’s embrace is never swayed.
Through the corridors of history’s hall,
Echoes of laughter, whispers call.
Forgotten faces, timeless grace,
All are bound in time’s embrace.
As we journey through the sands of life,
Time remains, through joy and strife.
Unseen, yet always near,
The eternal dance of time is clear.