In the quiet ticking of the clock,
Whispers of the past softly speak,
Echoes of dreams and hopes unlock,
As shadows of days weave and streak.
Time, the artist of moments vast,
Paints stories in the sky so blue,
With every breath, memories cast,
A tapestry of me and you.
Seasons shift in gentle embrace,
Leaves fall and bloom anew,
Fleeting minutes leave their trace,
In the heart where wishes grew.
Yet through the passage we find grace,
In every sunsetâs golden hue,
Timeâs gentle hand, a warm embrace,
Guides us to paths forever true.