In the cradle of dawn, whispers softly rise,
Time unfolds its wings, in the waking skies,
Gentle moments pass, like a river’s flow,
Leaving traces faint, in the morning’s glow.
As the sun ascends, casting golden light,
Hours drift away, in the dance of bright,
Shadows stretch and play, on the earth below,
Marking silent steps, where the minutes go.
In the quiet eve, twilight softly falls,
Time’s embrace is calm, as the nightbird calls,
Stars begin to gleam, in the velvet night,
Guiding dreams aloft, on their silent flight.
When the midnight chimes, in its gentle sway,
Time rests for a while, till the break of day,
Yet its journey goes, in a circle wide,
An eternal dance, by which life abides.