In the whispers of the morning light,
Time weaves its tapestry, bold and bright.
Gentle echoes in the silent dawn,
Mark the paths where dreams are drawn.

With every tick, a story unfolds,
Moments captured, memories hold.
In the dance of shadows and sun,
Time’s gentle rhythm, never undone.

The river of hours flows endlessly,
Carving paths through eternity.
In its current, we find our place,
A fleeting chapter in its embrace.

Yet in the stillness, we find our peace,
As time’s soft whispers never cease.
In its embrace, we learn to see,
The beauty of life’s eternal sea.