In the silent whispers of the dawn,
Time stretches its golden arms,
Life awakens, a tender fawn,
In the gentle, endless charms.
Moments fleeting, like autumn leaves,
Carried by the winds of change,
Life weaves stories, time believes,
In patterns vast and strange.
Time, the painter of life’s hues,
Brushes dreams in shades of light,
Life, the melody softly infused,
Sings in the heart, day and night.
Together they weave, unseen, unknown,
A tapestry of joy and strife,
In the cosmic dance they’ve sown,
The eternal waltz of time and life.