In the quiet dance of eveningâs gentle glow,
Time whispers secrets only shadows know.
Moments weave through the tapestry of night,
As stars awaken in the soft moonlight.
The river flows with echoes of the past,
Carrying dreams on waves that ever last.
Leaves fall softly, painting paths of gold,
Stories of seasons in their whispers told.
Morning dew clings to blades of tender grass,
Reflecting the light of moments that pass.
Sunrise heralds the dawn of new dreams,
While time flows gently in endless streams.
In the quietude of a world asleep,
Time guards the secrets it silently keeps.
With every heartbeat, the moments align,
Tracing the steps in the dance of time.