In the quiet whispers of dawn’s embrace,
Time slips softly through the cracks of night,
Painting skies with hues of grace,
A silent witness to the flight.

Each tick echoes in the heart’s chamber,
Moments woven into endless streams,
Memories held in fragile amber,
Fading gently like distant dreams.

Seasons turn with a tender sigh,
Leaves cascading in a golden dance,
Time’s touch in the blink of an eye,
A fleeting, ever-changing glance.

Yet within this ceaseless flow,
We find the beauty, deep and profound,
In moments cherished, love to show,
In time’s embrace, we are unbound.