In the quiet dance of ticking clocks,Time weaves its gentle thread,Through moments lost, and dreams unlocked,A tapestry of whatâs been said.
The sun rises, casting golden hues,On memories both near and far,Guiding us with ancient clues,In the light of a distant star.
Time’s embrace is soft yet strong,A constant rhythm in our soul,In every heart it hums a song,Of stories that make us whole.
As shadows stretch and daylight fades,We walk the paths of yesterday,In time’s gentle flow, our fears allayed,A journey that leads us on our way.