Time weaves its silent thread, unseen,Through the tapestry of life, a gentle seam.Moments fleeting, whispers in the air,Yet in their passing, a beauty rare.In the quiet tick of the clock’s embrace,We find the echoes of a distant place.Memories linger, shadows of the past,Etched in the heart, forever to last.The sun rises, casting golden light,Chasing away the remnants of night.With every dawn, a new chance to find,The secrets hidden in the folds of time.So let us dance in the rhythm of the hours,Embrace the moments, like petals of flowers.For time, though silent, sings a song,A melody of life, where we all belong.