In the quiet whispers of dawnâs gentle light,
Time unfurls its tapestry, woven so tight.
Moments fleeting, yet forever they stay,
In the heartbeats of memories, night and day.
Through the corridors of years, we tread so bold,
Chasing dreams, letting stories unfold.
The sands of time slip through our eager hands,
Yet leave traces in life’s vast, shifting sands.
With each sunrise, another chapter begins,
A dance of existence, where no one truly wins.
Time’s silent march, a relentless guide,
In its embrace, we journey and confide.
The past, a shadow, the future, a gleam,
In the present moment, we find our dream.
Time, the eternal, the gentle, the stern,
In its endless flow, we live and we learn.