In the quiet whispers of the dawn,
Time stretches its gentle hand,
Weaving moments into a delicate dance,
Where change becomes the only constant stand.

Through the corridors of fleeting days,
Shadows shift and lights renew,
Echoes of yesterday softly fade,
As tomorrow’s promise comes into view.

Seasons swirl in their endless waltz,
Leaves turn and rivers flow,
The world reshapes in nature’s pulse,
Guided by the rhythm only time can know.

Amidst the ebb and flow of life,
We find our place in the grand design,
Embracing change with open hearts,
As moments blend and futures align.