In the whispers of dawn’s early light,
Time dances softly on the morning breeze,
Each second a fleeting, gentle flight,
Moments wrapped in the rustling of trees.

Beneath the sky’s wide, endless span,
The hours weave tales of the sun and moon,
Ticking echoes of where it all began,
A melody that fades too soon.

The shadows stretch as the days unfold,
In the tapestry woven by the passing years,
Stories of the brave and tales of the bold,
Woven with laughter, threaded with tears.

As twilight settles, the stars ignite,
Time whispers secrets in the night’s embrace,
Guiding dreams with its gentle light,
In the silent hall of infinite space.