In the quiet dance of fleeting hours,
Time whispers secrets in the wind,
Shadows stretch and stars take flight,
As moments fade into the night.

The river flows with dreams untold,
Each ripple a story softly spun,
In the cradle of dusk and dawn,
Time weaves a tapestry of light.

Seasons change in silent grace,
Leaves fall in a golden embrace,
Time stands still in a lover’s gaze,
Yet marches on in endless chase.

Beneath the sky’s eternal dome,
We wander paths both new and old,
Time, a gentle guiding hand,
Leads us through life’s vast, wondrous land.