In the fleeting moments of our days,
We chase the shadows of the new,
Each trend a sparkling, transient phase,
A fable fashioned by the few.

The fads that flare and fade away,
Like whispers lost in twilight’s breeze,
They capture hearts, then swiftly stray,
Their essence gone with such an ease.

Yet in their wake, they leave a mark,
A fleeting joy, a brief delight,
We dance along, from dawn to dark,
Embracing change, the constant night.

For trends and fads, they come and go,
Like waves that kiss the shifting shore,
But in their dance, we come to know,
The beauty in the evermore.