Time flows like a river, never to return,
Moments pass, memories churn.
Seconds tick, minutes flee,
In the blink of an eye, what will be?

The past is a shadow, the future a dream,
In the present, we are but a stream.
Days turn to nights, nights to days,
In the dance of time, we lose our ways.

Seasons change, years go by,
Under the vast, unchanging sky.
Time’s embrace, a gentle hold,
Turning young hearts to old.

Yet in each fleeting second, we find
The essence of life, intertwined.
For in the rhythm of time’s grand scheme,
We live, we love, we dream.