In the quiet whispers of time’s gentle flow,
Moments etch their stories in the sands below.
Each tick and tock, a heartbeat of the earth,
Marking the cycle of death and rebirth.

Through the endless dance of night and day,
Shadows and light in harmonious sway.
Time weaves its tapestry, both fragile and grand,
A timeless saga, written by an unseen hand.

Memories linger in the corridors of our mind,
Some lost to the past, others vividly aligned.
We chase the fleeting seconds, grasping at the air,
Yet time slips through our fingers, beyond compare.

In the end, we are but travelers on time’s winding road,
Seeking meaning, bearing life’s heavy load.
For in the embrace of time’s eternal rhyme,
We find our place, our moment, our prime.