Whispers of dawn break the night,
Gentle hues painting the sky,
Time dances softly with the light,
A moment born just to fly.
In the afternoon’s golden embrace,
Shadows stretch long and lean,
Time moves with a steady grace,
In the spaces between seen and unseen.
Evening falls with a velvet sigh,
Stars begin their twinkling rhyme,
Time weaves dreams as night passes by,
In the silent symphony of time.
Midnightâs clock ticks with muted chime,
Secrets whispered in the dark,
Time, the weaver of stories sublime,
Leaves its indelible mark.