In the silent ticking of a clock’s embrace,
Moments weave a tapestry, intricate and grand,
Each second a brushstroke on life’s canvas,
Painting stories only we understand.

Time flows like a river, relentless and free,
Carrying dreams on its unyielding stream,
Memories float like leaves on the breeze,
Whispering secrets from the realms of a dream.

In the dance of years, we find our place,
Amidst the laughter, the sorrow, and joy,
Our lives, a symphony, a fleeting grace,
Yet in each note, eternity we deploy.

So cherish the moments, both big and small,
For time, like life, is a fleeting guest,
In its embrace, we rise and we fall,
Leaving footprints on the sands of our quest.