Beneath the ancient sky, where shadows flee,
Time whispers softly, carrying dreams afloat.
A gentle dance of moments, lost and free,
In endless currents, like a timeless boat.

The leaves of memory fall, one by one,
Echoes of laughter and tears intertwined.
In the silent march of the setting sun,
Stories unfold, beautifully designed.

Each second, a painter, with brush in hand,
Crafting portraits of life, both bright and dim.
The sands of time slip through fingers like sand,
Yet within each grain, a precious hymn.

As we journey through this vast, fleeting stage,
Let us cherish the whispers of the breeze.
For time, though relentless, turns every page,
Revealing the beauty in moments seized.