In the quiet embrace of dawn’s gentle sigh,
Time weaves its whispers through the sky,
A dance of shadows, softly entwined,
In the endless march of moments, undefined.

The sun ascends, casting its golden gaze,
Upon the tapestry of life’s tangled maze,
Seconds unfurl like petals in bloom,
In the silent chambers of time’s vast room.

Evening descends with a velvet tread,
Painting the world in hues of red,
Time’s gentle hands cradle the night,
Guiding the stars to their ethereal flight.

And as the moon casts its silver glow,
Time whispers secrets the heart may know,
In the stillness, echoes softly chime,
A timeless journey, beyond the bounds of rhyme.