Whispers of Time

In the quiet folds of a ticking clock,
Moments unravel like petals, a delicate shock.
Minutes drift softly, like leaves in the breeze,
Carrying whispers of memories, with effortless ease.
Time is a river, flowing and free,
Winding through valleys, shaping what will be.
Each second a brushstroke on life’s grand design,
A fleeting reminder of the divine.
It dances with shadows, it twirls with the light,
A tapestry is woven from day into night.
Moments of joy, and echoes of pain,
In the gallery of time, they forever remain.
So cherish the seconds, let ordinary gleam,
For time is the artist; life is the dream.
Embrace every heartbeat, let laughter unfold,
In the journey of time, more precious than gold, precious than gold.