In the hush of dawn’s gentle sway,
Time whispers secrets of yesterday,
A tapestry woven with moments of grace,
Tracing paths we dare to embrace.

Each tick echoes in silent refrain,
Marking dreams both joy and pain,
Chasing shadows in the dance of light,
Through endless corridors of night.

Seasons turn with a measured pace,
Leaves drift in their fleeting race,
Yet every second holds a timeless song,
Where memories and futures belong.

In the heart of time’s unyielding stream,
We find our hopes, we dare to dream,
For in its flow, we learn to see,
The endless possibilities yet to be.