In the quiet whisper of dawn’s first light,
Time unfolds its gentle, ceaseless flight.
Moments dance upon the morning breeze,
Carrying the echoes of forgotten seas.

Each tick of the clock, a heartbeat of the earth,
Marking the rhythm of joy and mirth.
In shadows cast by the setting sun,
Time gathers stories, both lost and won.

Beneath the stars, a tapestry spun,
Time weaves dreams that never come undone.
In the silence of night, its secrets lie,
Guiding the soul beneath the endless sky.

Through the seasons’ gentle, turning page,
Time writes its tale on life’s boundless stage.
A silent witness to both tear and smile,
Forever moving, mile by mile.