In the swift currents of time’s endless flow,
Trends rise and fall, like waves come and go,
One moment they shimmer, the next they fade,
Ephemeral whispers in the world’s grand parade.

From fashion’s fleeting embrace to tech’s bright flare,
Each trend a reflection of collective care,
They shape our days, our thoughts, our dreams,
Yet vanish as quickly as they first gleam.

We chase the new, in an endless quest,
To stay ahead, to be the best,
But in this race, do we lose sight,
Of what remains beyond the light?

For in the heart of trend’s swift dance,
Lies a truth that we must chance,
That beyond the surface, deep and wide,
True value in simplicity does reside.