In the dance of fleeting hours,
A tapestry of moments we weave,
Seasons whisper in gentle showers,
As time beckons, urging us to believe.
Through the corridors of endless days,
Change tiptoes on silent feet,
Painting paths in mysterious ways,
Leaving echoes where past and future meet.
Shadows lengthen, as stars ignite,
In the quiet surrender of night,
Time cradles dreams in tender light,
While change writes stories in endless flight.
Embrace the rhythm, embrace the flow,
For in each moment’s fleeting grace,
Time and change together grow,
Crafting worlds in their embrace.