In the quiet of dawn, time whispers softly,
An endless journey, a path unseen.
Moments fleeting, like breath on a window,
Memories lasting, like stars in a dream.

The sands of time slip through our fingers,
Each grain a second, each second a tale.
The echoes of laughter, the shadows of sorrow,
All bound together in time’s gentle veil.

Seasons change and so do we,
Leaves fall and flowers bloom anew.
In time’s embrace, we find our story,
Written in moments both old and true.

So cherish the now, the present so fleeting,
For time moves forward, never to still.
In the heart of each second, a lifetime of meaning,
In the march of time, find peace at will.