Time, the keeper of all things profound,
With whispers of moments forever bound.
A silent guardian of night and day,
In shadows and light, it finds its way.

Through ages past and futures unseen,
Time weaves its tale in a seamless machine.
A dance of hours, minutes, and years,
Carrying both laughter and tears.

In the stillness of dawn and dusk’s embrace,
Time leaves its mark on every face.
An endless river in constant flow,
A mystery only the wise may know.

The ever-ticking hands, they never rest,
A reminder that life is a precious quest.
So cherish each moment, fleeting and rare,
For time, dear friend, is beyond compare.