Time

In the river of eternity, Time flows, Moments, highs and lows. It dances with the stars, in cosmic rhyme, A never-ending, mystic paradigm. It whispers in the wind, a fleeting breath, A silent witness to life and death. It weaves through history, a tangled thread, A silent symphony, from birth to death. It marches on, relentless and unkind, Leaving memories, like footprints behind. It's a cruel master, yet a gentle friend, Guiding us towards our own journey's end. Cherish each moment, embrace the now, For Time is a gift, a sacred vow. Let it shape you, mold you, set you free, For in the end, it's all we'll ever be.