In the corridors of fleeting hours,
Time whispers secrets to the night,
Each moment a gentle flower,
Blooming in shadows, out of sight.

Change, a river ever flowing,
Carves the edges of our days,
Softly, silently, unknowing,
Guiding us in mysterious ways.

The stars recount forgotten dreams,
In their glow, the past renews,
Threads of memory softly gleam,
Weaving tales of old and new.

Embrace the dance, the endless flight,
Time and change, hand in hand,
In their embrace, the world alights,
A canvas vast, both wild and grand.