The forgotten moment of the year

A fleeting hour, a whisper lost,

Amid the seasons’ endless cost.

Beneath the weight of time’s decree,

A moment fades, unseen, set free.

The world moved on; the stars still spun,

A nameless thread undone by none.

Yet in its quiet, faint, and still,

It shaped the tides, it bent the will.

We do not know the silent part,

But it resides in every heart.

The forgotten moment, soft, austere,

Is the soul of the passing year.