In the cradle of dawn’s tender embrace,Time awakens softly with a gentle grace.Whispering secrets of ages past,Through the fleeting moments that never last.

Beneath the sun’s watchful, golden eye,Time marches on, with a silent sigh.In the shadows cast by the setting sun,Memories linger, though the day is done.

Stars adorn the velvet cloak of night,Time dances on in the moon’s pale light.Dreams take flight on a gentle breeze,Carried away through the rustling trees.

In the quiet of night, as silence reigns,Time weaves its tapestry of joys and pains.Yet in its flow, we find our place,A fleeting moment in its eternal embrace.