The Tide of Times

In the hush of dawn, a whispering breeze,
Time’s gentle hand begins to seize,
With golden rays and morning dew,
Life awakens, renewed and true.

As midday sun casts shadows long,
The rhythm of hours grows steady, strong,
Yet in each second, heartbeats race,
A fleeting dance we cannot trace.

By twilight’s glow, the colors blend,
Marking hours that slowly bend,
Moments cherished and memories spun,
In the waning light, we see what’s done.

As stars emerge to dot the night,
Time holds us close, with tender might,
In dreams we wander, seeking clues,
For in its passage, we find our muse.