In the quiet ticking of the clock,
Time whispers secrets of the past,
Each moment a fleeting shadow,
In the realm where memories last.

The moonlight bathes the silent night,
Casting dreams upon the sleeping earth,
Time weaves tales in starlit skies,
Of beginnings, endings, and rebirth.

In the sun’s warm embrace at dawn,
Time paints colors on the waking world,
Each second a brushstroke of life,
In the tapestry of moments unfurled.

As days turn to years in gentle flow,
Time carries us on its endless stream,
An eternal dance of light and shadow,
In the ever-changing dream.