Time flows like a river, ever so swift,
Moments cascade, a fleeting drift.
Each second a whisper, each minute a sigh,
Echoes of memories passing by.

Days turn to nights, the cycle remains,
A dance of shadows, joys, and pains.
Yet in the quiet, amidst the rush,
Time stands still, a gentle hush.

Seasons change, leaves fall and bloom,
Life’s tapestry, a weaver’s loom.
In the heartbeats, in the silent cry,
Time’s essence, a lullaby.

Embrace these moments, hold them dear,
For time is precious, that much is clear.
In its passage, we find our way,
Through time’s embrace, come what may.