As the sun dips below the horizon’s line,
Shadows elongate, stretching into the night.
Moments slip through fingers like sand,
Whispering tales of days gone by.

Stars emerge, blinking in the velvet sky,
Each one a memory, distant yet bright.
Time marches on, relentless and bold,
Weaving the tapestry of our lives.

Morning breaks with a tender golden hue,
Promising new beginnings and dreams.
The clock’s hands never cease their dance,
Marking the rhythm of our fleeting existence.

In the silent hours of the dawn,
Reflections of the past linger and fade.
Embrace each second, for it’s all we own,
In the timeless dance of moments unfolding.