In the cradle of dawn, time softly whispers,
Gently weaving through the tapestry of life,
Moments like grains of sand, slipping through fingers,
Yet, in their fleeting passage, beauty is rife.

The sun climbs high, casting shadows long,
Each step we take, a dance upon life’s stage,
With every heartbeat, a verse in our song,
In time’s embrace, we journey and age.

Evening descends, painting skies with gold,
Memories, like stars, ignite the twilight,
In the quiet of dusk, stories unfold,
Time’s gentle hand guides us into the night.

In the stillness of night, dreams softly call,
Time, the eternal keeper, cradles our soul,
Life’s fleeting moments, a tapestry of all,
In its endless flow, we find ourselves whole.