In the whispers of the morning light,
Time weaves its silent thread,
Binding moments, day and night,
In a tapestry of memories spread.
With every tick, a story unfolds,
Of dreams and hopes, both young and old,
A relentless march, so bold,
In the sands of life, it molds.
Seasons change and years go by,
As stars traverse the endless sky,
Time’s journey, an eternal sigh,
A witness to each laugh and cry.
Yet in its grasp, we find our way,
Through love and loss, come what may,
Time, the guide, in lifeâs ballet,
Leading us through night and day.