In the silence of the night, time softly speaks,
Its whispers weave through the tapestry of dreams,
With every tick, a memory it seeks,
An endless river flowing in silent streams.

Time, the thief of youth and giver of wisdom,
Leaves traces of laughter and shadows of tears,
It dances through moments, a fleeting phantom,
Crafting stories that echo across the years.

The past, a canvas painted with care,
The future, a blank page waiting for ink,
Time’s passage, a journey we all must share,
A fragile bridge where destiny and moments link.

Embrace the now, for it soon becomes then,
Cherish each heartbeat, each breath, each rhyme,
For in the end, when we ask where and when,
We find our answers in the whispers of time.