In the tapestry of time they weave,
Ephemeral whispers, moments brief.
Trends that rise like morning sun,
Fads that fade when day is done.
A kaleidoscope of colors bright,
Captivating hearts in fleeting light.
Chasing shadows, seeking gold,
In their allure, stories unfold.
The world spins on its axis fast,
New obsessions, shadows cast.
Yet beneath the surface, still they lie,
Moments captured in a sigh.
For every trend, a fleeting grace,
A dance that time will soon erase.
But memories linger, whispers cling,
In the heart’s quiet, they softly sing.