In whispers soft, time waltzes by,
A gentle breeze beneath the sky.
Moments flicker, fade, and gleam,
In the river of a dream.
Chronicles penned in shadows cast,
Echoes linger of the past.
Silent steps on paths unknown,
Where seeds of future hopes are sown.
Each tick a brush on life’s vast canvas,
Colors blend, a ceaseless dance.
In every heartbeat, stories weave,
A tapestry of what we believe.
Yet in its flow, we find our place,
A fleeting mark in endless space.
Timeâs gentle hand guides us along,
In its embrace, we find our song.