Time, the silent river that flows,
Through valleys of dream and sorrow,
It whispers secrets no one knows,
From yesterday to tomorrow.
Moments drift like autumn leaves,
Caught in currents swift and deep,
In its grasp, our memory weaves,
A tapestry for us to keep.
Days fade into twilight's glow,
Nights bloom under moon's soft gleam,
Time, a friend and fleeting foe,
Guides us gently through life's dream.
In its hands, we find our way,
Through joys and trials, each passing day,
Time, the constant—come what may,
Marks our journey, come what may.
#Time
