Time, the silent guardian of our days,
With each tick, a new story it portrays.
Invisible threads of memories it weaves,
In its passage, joy and sorrow it leaves.
Seasons change, and moments fade,
Yet in its flow, dreams are made.
A relentless river, never to cease,
In its current, we find both chaos and peace.
Through the sands of time, we tread,
Guided by whispers, to paths ahead.
Each second a gift, each minute a chance,
To live, to love, to dance.
Embrace the journey, heed its call,
For in time’s embrace, we find it all.
The past, the present, the future’s might,
All converge in the endless flight.