Time whispers softly through the leaves,
A silent dance no eye perceives,
Each moment passes, never still,
A river flowing, by its own will.

The clock ticks on, a heartless beat,
In every hour, in every street,
We chase its shadows, we seek its grace,
Yet time eludes, leaves no trace.

Memories linger, a gentle haze,
Echoes of laughter, the sun’s warm blaze,
Time’s hand moves on, relentless, bold,
Stories untold, futures unfold.

In the quiet of the night, it speaks,
Of dreams and hopes, of mountain peaks,
Embrace each second, cherish its rhyme,
For we are but travelers, in the endless dance of time.