In the silent glide of days gone by,
Time whispers secrets of the sky.
Moments flicker like a candle’s flame,
Leaving shadows, never the same.

Seasons dance in a rhythmic flow,
Through fields of green, through winter’s snow.
Each second a brushstroke on life’s grand art,
Etching memories deep in the heart.

The clock’s hands circle, never still,
Marking dreams and the strength of will.
Echoes of laughter, sighs of sorrow,
Weaves the fabric of each tomorrow.

Yet within each tick, a promise lies,
Of new dawns beneath the skies.
Time, the gentle thief, and giver,
In its embrace, we live forever.