In the morning’s gentle glow, a promise blooms,
Yet shadows linger, stealing precious light.
The clock ticks softly, weaving fragile dooms,
As dreams take flight in the quiet night.

Hearts dance to the rhythm of fleeting time,
Each beat a reminder of the swift end.
Youthful laughter echoes in a silent mime,
As life and loss tenderly blend.

The stars above whisper secrets untold,
Of lives lived fast, yet deeply dear.
In their gaze, we find stories bold,
Of courage and love, untainted by fear.

With every tear that gently falls,
A testament to the beauty of brief days.
Though young souls heed the eternal calls,
Their light forever in our hearts stays.