Time slips like sand through fingers,
Moments fleeting, tender whispers,
Days turn into nights, unnoticed,
Shadows dance in moonlit corridors.

Memories etched in heartbeats,
Echoes of laughter, tears discreet,
We chase the dawn, we greet the dusk,
In the river of time, we trust.

Seasons change, leaves fall, reborn,
A cycle of life, from dusk to dawn,
We mark our days with joys and sorrows,
In the ebb and flow of tomorrows.

Through the lens of time, we see,
The past, the present, what will be,
Moments like sand through fingers,
Time’s gentle touch forever lingers.