The Essence of Time
Time, a river of endless flow,
Carving paths where memories grow,
A dance of moments, swift and bright,
A gentle whisper in the still of night.
The time continuum, a grand expanse,
Where past and future intertwine in dance,
An unbroken thread, a cosmic loom,
Weaving our lives through the dark and the bloom.
Time stretches wide, a boundless sea,
Where every wave holds a memory,
From dawn's first light to twilight's gleam,
It shapes our hopes and shadows our dreams.
Yet in its depths, both vast and deep,
Time cradles secrets it does not keep,
It bends and twists in ways unknown,
A mystery of its own.
Time, relentless in its stride,
Marches on with an endless tide,
But in each fleeting, precious day,
We find our way, come what may.
So honor the flow of the endless stream,
And cherish each moment as a fleeting dream,
For in the dance of Time's embrace,
We find our meaning, our sacred place.
