The Silent Echoes of Time

In the hush of dawn, where whispers weave,

A tale unfolds in rustling leaves.

The river hums an ageless song,

A melody both deep and strong.

The hands of time, so firm, so fleet,

Yet pause where lovers’ heartbeats meet.

A mother’s touch, a father’s gaze,

A child lost in wonder’s maze.

The sun may rise, the stars may fade,

Yet dreams remain where hope is laid.

Through trials fierce and tempests wide,

The human soul still sways with pride.

For ink may dry, and stone may break,

But words once felt will never shake.

In echoes soft, in laughter bright,

We carve our truth in endless light.