Any and Everything

In the quiet dance of seconds, minutes unfold,
Time, a fleeting tale that’s often left untold.
Whispers of hours, like autumn leaves in flight,
Marking the passage with the softest light.

Days cascade, a river flowing swift,
Moments woven, a delicate, transient gift.
Seasons change, painting the canvas of the sky,
Time’s ethereal brush, bidding moments goodbye.

Years emerge, a tapestry of memories spun,
The sun and moon, witnesses to what’s begun.
Yet in the silent rhythm, an eternal rhyme,
Time whispers softly, a passage through each lifetime.