In the quiet whisper of the morning light,
Time stretches its arms in endless grace,
A gentle reminder of the fleeting night,
And the beginnings of another day’s race.
Through the tapestry of hours we weave,
Moments like threads in a cosmic loom,
Each second a gift we learn to believe,
In the shadow of life’s eternal bloom.
The sun dips low, painting skies with gold,
Time waltzes through the evening’s glow,
Stories of yesterday quietly retold,
In the moon’s soft silver, secrets flow.
Yet as stars punctuate the velvet night,
We find solace in time’s gentle embrace,
In dreams where past and future unite,
We dance with time, in its endless space.