In the quiet whispers of the morning light,
Time unfolds its wings, unseen yet bright.
It brushes past with gentle grace,
Leaving traces on every face.

Through the corridors of endless dreams,
Time weaves its way in silent streams.
Moments linger, then softly fade,
In the grand tapestry it has made.

The echoes of laughter, the shadows of tears,
All are cradled by time through the years.
In its silent dance, it sways and bends,
A constant companion till the journey ends.

Yet within its grasp, we find our flight,
Chasing moments that feel just right.
For though time moves, relentless and free,
It gifts us eternity in its fleeting spree.