In the quiet moments of the dawn,
Time whispers secrets long withdrawn.
Each tick, a story softly spun,
In the golden light of the rising sun.

The hands of the clock move ever so slow,
As we dance in the ebb and flow.
Memories linger, shadows cast,
In the timeless journey of our past.

Seasons change, yet time remains,
Binding us in invisible chains.
The future calls, a distant song,
Guiding us where we belong.

Embrace the moments, fleeting and fine,
For in the end, they intertwine.
In the gentle whisper of time’s embrace,
We find our place, we find our grace.