In the quiet hours of dawnâs embrace,
Time whispers secrets, soft and slow,
Through the veils of moments, we trace,
The paths where memories flow.
Each tick a heartbeat, a silent song,
As shadows lengthen, dreams ignite,
In the dance of days, we belong,
To the endless journey of light.
Time, a tapestry finely spun,
We weave our stories, thread by thread,
In the twilight glow of setting sun,
Our hearts by its wisdom are fed.
Yet in its grasp, we find our wings,
To soar beyond the fleeting hours,
Timeâs gentle touch, a gift it brings,
To turn our moments into flowers.