In the whisper of the morning light,Time unfolds its endless flight.Each second, a silent grace,Carving paths we all must trace.

Minutes gather, like drops of rain,Filling hours with joy or pain.Every heartbeat, a gentle sound,In time’s embrace, we’re tightly bound.

Days like shadows stretch and bend,Marking moments where dreams ascend.In their passage, stories weave,In time’s tapestry, we believe.

Yet as night draws its velvet veil,Time’s true nature starts to pale.For in the silence of its flow,We find the peace we long to know.