In the quiet whispers of the passing hours,
Time weaves its tale with unseen powers.
Moments slip through our eager hands,
Like grains of sand in far-off lands.

Seasons change with a gentle grace,
Leaving memories we cannot replace.
The sun sets and rises anew,
Painting skies with a different hue.

Faces we know, now aged and worn,
Stories of life, in hearts are born.
The dance of time, a ceaseless flow,
Reminds us all, how much we grow.

Embrace each moment, fleeting, dear,
For time and change are always near.
Together they shape our destiny,
In the ever-turning clock of life’s symphony.