In the gentle whispers of the morning light,
Time dances softly through the waking trees,
Its silent footsteps marking day and night,
With secrets hidden in the passing breeze.

The hours glide like shadows on the sea,
Waves of moments cresting, then retreat,
Each day a journey through eternity,
Where past and future in the present meet.

Time weaves its tapestry with threads unseen,
A master painter of our dreams and fears,
It carves our stories from the in-between,
Leaving echoes of laughter and of tears.

Yet in its flow, we find our own release,
A gentle guide through every joy and pain,
For in each moment, time grants us peace,
As life renews, and we begin again.