Time, the silent sculptor of dreams,
Weaves threads of gold through endless streams.
Each second a pearl on a string,
In its gentle embrace, we swing.

Moments like whispers softly fade,
Leaving shadows in their parade.
We chase the echoes of the past,
In time’s embrace, we are cast.

Future’s dance in the twilight’s glow,
A rhythm only time can know.
It carves our stories in the sand,
With every tick, a gentle hand.

Yesterday’s echoes call our name,
In time’s mirror, we’re the same.
Embracing each fleeting embrace,
In timeless journeys, we find grace.