In the whispering winds of fleeting hours,
Time dances softly with gentle grace.
Moments like petals from blooming flowers,
Scattered memories in endless space.
The sun sets slowly, painting skies aglow,
Casting shadows long upon the earth.
Time’s river flows with a steady flow,
Marking each heartbeat since our birth.
Stars appear, silent in their watchful gaze,
Guardians of dreams in the night so deep.
Time, a tapestry of days and ways,
Woven with secrets we strive to keep.
Yet in this dance of moments passing by,
We find our place in the grand design.
In every breath, in every sky,
Time whispers softly, forever mine.