In the whisper of dawn’s first light,
Time stretches its fingers wide,
Embracing moments, both bright and slight,
In its endless, flowing tide.

The sun climbs high, casting shadows long,
Each second a note in time’s sweet song,
Memories etched where hearts belong,
As hours and minutes move along.

Twilight descends, a gentle sigh,
Time’s passage marked by stars on high,
Dreams interwoven, by and by,
In the silent rhythm of the sky.

Night falls soft, with moon’s embrace,
Time’s gentle dance, a steady pace,
Moments fleeting, yet full of grace,
In the endless ticking of time’s space.