In the silent cradle of dawn’s embrace,
Time weaves its gentle, unseen lace.
Whispers of moments, fleeting yet bright,
Dance on the edge of day and night.

Through golden rays and shadows deep,
Time’s river flows, secrets to keep.
Echoes of laughter, whispers of tears,
Etched in the tapestry of years.

Beneath the stars, in twilight’s glow,
Memories of yesterdays softly flow.
Tomorrow’s dreams, a distant chime,
Wrapped in the gentle hands of time.

In every heartbeat, every sigh,
The timeless dance of life goes by.
A fleeting glance, a whispered rhyme,
In the endless embrace of time.