In the gentle whisper of the morning breeze,Where light dances on the dewy leaves,Lies a world untouched by future’s tease,And past’s embrace that never leaves.

Here, in the present’s tender hand,Time slows to a gentle stand,Every heartbeat, a grain of sand,In an hourglass of shifting land.

The sun dips low, painting skies gold,A fleeting masterpiece to behold,Teaching us stories, silently told,In colors bold and moments bold.

So cherish now, this fleeting art,Where moments weave into the heart,For in this dance, we play our part,Living in the present, a timeless start.