In the bustling streets of modern days,
Trends emerge like fleeting rays,
A dance of colors, shapes, and sounds,
Building empires from mere mounds.
Like whispers in the winds of change,
They captivate, then rearrange,
From fashion’s bold and daring calls,
To fads that rise within the malls.
We chase the shadows, bright and new,
Seeking the spark in every hue,
Yet as we grasp, they fade away,
Leaving echoes of yesterday.
In this ceaseless ebb and flow,
We find ourselves, we learn, we grow,
For trends may come and trends may go,
But timeless truths remain aglow.