In the whisper of a morning breeze,
Time unfolds its gentle hand,
Guiding us through the unseen seas,
Of dreams and plans so grand.
The clock ticks with a patient grace,
Each second a step in the silent dance,
We chase the shadows, embrace the pace,
In the realm of chance and circumstance.
Memories linger in the golden light,
Echoes of laughter, whispers of tears,
In the tapestry of day and night,
We weave our hopes, confront our fears.
Yet time, the keeper of all things true,
Holds secrets in its endless flow,
A journey of life, forever anew,
As we learn and love, we grow.