In the cradle of dawn, time whispers softly,
Painting the sky with hues of gold and blue.
Each second, a brushstroke on the canvas of life,
Every moment, a story waiting to unfold.

Noon arrives, with shadows dancing in the sun,
Time marches on, relentless and true.
We chase our dreams, in the warmth of its glow,
Yet it slips through our fingers, like grains of sand.

The evening descends, in a symphony of colors,
Time’s gentle reminder of the day’s end.
We reflect on our journey, with hearts full of wonder,
As the stars begin to twinkle, in the velvet sky.

Night falls, embracing the world in its quiet grace,
Time’s embrace, a lullaby for the weary soul.
We rest in its arms, dreaming of tomorrow,
Knowing time will guide us, through the unknown.