In the quiet dawn’s first light, time softly breathes,
Each second a whisper, each minute a sigh,
Moments weave together in an endless dance,
Shadows of the past and dreams of tomorrowâs glance.
The sun ascends, its golden arms embrace,
Hours unfold like petals of a blooming flower,
In the heart’s deep chambers, memories reside,
Time’s gentle touch, a silent, unseen guide.
Twilight descends, painting skies with twilight’s hues,
Evening’s lullaby cradles the weary soul,
Nightâs velvet cloak wraps around the day,
Timeâs eternal flow, a river that never stays.
Under the starlit canopy, we ponder and reflect,
The infinite dance of moments, a celestial ballet,
Time, a precious gift, an enigmatic friend,
Forever moving forward, yet never reaching an end.