In the quiet dawn where whispers hide,
Time waltzes softly, with grace it glides.
Through golden fields and shadowed lanes,
It leaves a trail of sweet refrains.

Morning light kisses the dewdrop’s face,
Time’s embrace leaves a fleeting trace.
Moments dance in a fleeting spree,
A gentle reminder of what’s meant to be.

As twilight drapes the world in blue,
Time paints the sky with a different hue.
Stars awaken, one by one,
While time whispers, “The day is done.”

In the night’s embrace, dreams unfold,
Time cradles them in its gentle hold.
With every tick, a story spun,
Until the rise of the morning sun.