In the quiet dance of fleeting days,
Time whispers secrets in the breeze,
Each moment woven in subtle ways,
A tapestry of memories with ease.

The golden sun dips below the crest,
Shadows stretch in tender grace,
Silent stars awaken from their rest,
Painting dreams upon night’s embrace.

Seasons blend in harmonious flow,
Leaves fall and bloom anew,
Time’s gentle hand shapes all we know,
In every drop of morning dew.

Though moments pass, they never fade,
Each second a gift to hold,
Time’s eternal melody is played,
In stories of the young and old.