In the quiet dawn, shadows stretch and yawn,
Moments slip through fingers like grains of sand,
The clock ticks softly, marking the endless flow,
Time whispers secrets only the heart can understand.

Each sunrise paints new colors on the canvas,
Yet the hues fade as the sun dips low,
Memories weave a tapestry of laughter and tears,
While time’s gentle hand guides the ebb and flow.

The seasons dance, a waltz of life in motion,
Leaves fall, rivers freeze, and flowers bloom,
In every breath, a story subtly unfolds,
A silent march towards an unknown room.

Hold tight to the fleeting moments, cherish the now,
For time, relentless, moves beyond our grasp,
Yet in its passage, beauty quietly blooms,
In the dance of days, our memories clasp.