In the realm of modern days,
Where trends and fads arise,
We chase the fleeting blaze,
Beneath ephemeral skies.

Each moment’s fashion calls,
With whispers soft and sweet,
We dance within its halls,
On ever-changing feet.

Yet as the seasons turn,
New whims will take their place,
The old we soon will spurn,
In an unending race.

So let us pause and see,
Beyond the transient stream,
The timeless truths that be,
In every fleeting dream.