In the quiet tick of passing hours,
Time weaves its tale, unseen, profound.
Shadows stretch and dreams devour,
As moments dance without a sound.
The sun and moon in endless chase,
Paint the sky with hues of gold.
Through the night, stars trace their grace,
Ancient stories quietly told.
Memories linger in time’s embrace,
Echoes of laughter, whispers of pain.
Each heartbeat marks a sacred place,
Bound by time’s unyielding chain.
Yet in its flow, we find our song,
A melody of hopes and fears.
In the river of time, we all belong,
Sailing through the sea of years.