The Symphony of Time
Time flows like a gentle stream,
Weaving through life, a fleeting dream.
Moments rise, then fade away,
Yet echoes linger, come what may.
The morning breaks with whispers sweet,
A tender hymn where dawn and night meet.
The dew-kissed grass, the robin’s song,
A fleeting glimpse where we belong.
The clock ticks on, a ceaseless beat,
Marking the steps of hurried feet.
Through bustling streets and quiet lanes,
Time weaves its threads, both joys and pains.
The seasons shift in a measured flow,
Spring’s soft bloom to winter’s snow.
Leaves that fall, and buds that sprout,
A cycle eternal, a truth devout.
The past stands firm, a shadowed muse,
A canvas painted in muted hues.
Memories linger, both bright and gray,
Guiding the path of each new day.
The present hums with vibrant tune,
A fleeting dance beneath the moon.
Each second fleeting, yet full of might,
A fleeting torch of radiant light.
The future waits, a mystery vast,
A blank expanse, a spell uncast.
With hopes and fears, we seek, we strive,
Chasing dreams that keep us alive.
The child plays with boundless glee,
Unaware of time’s decree.
The elder smiles with knowing grace,
A witness to its tender embrace.
In love, in loss, in laughter loud,
In quiet moments, far from the crowd,
Time threads its way, a master art,
Binding souls and breaking hearts.
The stars above, they watch and wait,
Silent keepers of cosmic fate.
Their light, a message from the past,
A reminder: nothing truly lasts.
Yet in this truth, there lies a key,
A chance to shape eternity.
For every breath, a moment new,
A spark of life, a chance to pursue.
So dance within the fleeting days,
Find beauty in life’s myriad ways.
Each fleeting hour, a treasure rare,
A chance to love, to dream, to care.
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NextWhen time at last calls us to rest,
And we are cradled in Earth’s soft breast,
May we leave behind, in hearts we’ve known,
A melody sung, a seed well-sown.
For though time flows, it cannot erase,
The mark of love, the gift of grace.
In every soul, a symphony chimes,
A timeless song, beyond all times.