In the silent dance of fleeting hours,
Shadows stretch across the land,
Memories like leaves in the wind,
Caught in the gentle grasp of time’s hand.
The sun dips low, painting skies in hues,
Echoes of laughter fade away,
Stars emerge, guardians of night,
Watching over dreams till break of day.
Seasons turn, a carousel of change,
Each moment a fleeting embrace,
Time whispers secrets only it knows,
In the lines etched upon our face.
Yet in its passage, beauty remains,
In the love and the lessons we find,
For though time moves ever forward,
It leaves a legacy intertwined.