In the tapestry of time, we weave,
Threads of trends we often perceive.
A dance with echoes, brief and bright,
In shadows cast by fleeting light.

The colors shift, the patterns blend,
As fads arise, then gently bend.
A fleeting moment, a whispered call,
In the halls of change, we stand enthralled.

Seasons turn, and styles they fade,
Yet in our hearts, their marks are laid.
A tapestry woven with threads anew,
With every dawn, a different hue.

Embrace the whispers, the winds of change,
In the dance of time, where dreams exchange.
For trends may fade, but memories stay,
In the heart’s gallery, forever displayed.