Time, the silent keeper of our days,
In shadows and light, it weaves its ways.
Moments fleeting, like whispers in the wind,
Each tick a reminder of where we’ve been.

The past, a tapestry of joy and sorrow,
We learn from yesterday to shape tomorrow.
Time’s embrace, both gentle and stern,
With every passing second, we live and learn.

Days turn to nights, and nights to days,
In an endless dance, in countless ways.
The future, a mystery yet untold,
In time’s vast ocean, we are bold.

Through seasons changing, we find our place,
In time’s unyielding, eternal grace.
With hearts full of hope, we face the climb,
In the endless, ceaseless march of time.