In the quiet dawn, time whispers softly,
A fleeting shadow, a breath of the past,
Life unfolds in moments, intricate and vast,
We walk through echoes, where memories last.

Each tick of the clock, a heartbeat anew,
Paths interwoven, destinies entwined,
Life’s tapestry, woven with threads so fine,
The dance of time, forever in view.

Seasons change, yet time remains still,
A silent witness to joy and strife,
Life’s river flows, with purpose and will,
Carving stories, through the sands of life.

In the end, time and life embrace,
A final bow, a curtain call,
Moments cherished, no second to waste,
In their dance, we find it all.