In the silent whispers of the night,
Time weaves its intricate tale,
Moments flicker like fireflies,
In the vast expanse of the endless sky.

Each tick of the clock, a heartbeat,
Echoes in the chambers of our lives,
Memories, like shadows, dance and retreat,
In the ever-changing canvas of the mind.

Seasons turn with a gentle grace,
Leaves fall, and new buds bloom,
Time, the unseen artist, leaves its trace,
On the tapestry of life’s room.

Yet in the quiet, we find our peace,
Embracing the present, letting go of the past,
For in the flow of time, we find release,
And in its river, we are steadfast.