The tale of time

In the river's flow, an endless race,

Time weaves a tale, a changing face,

From birth to dusk, in relentless rhyme,

It marches on, an unceasing chime.

A measure of moments, ticking away,

An endless cycle, night to day,

It paints the canvas of life's design,

A fleeting waltz, a timeline.

In youth's embrace, it skips and flies,

In moments of joy, it softly sighs,

A constant companion, swift and fleet,

In its embrace, memories meet.

Through ages past, it shapes the lore,

A silent witness to ancient lore,

In history's pages, its imprint clear,

A chronicle of moments, year by year.

In the stillness of night, it whispers low,

A lullaby soft in its ebb and flow,

In dreams it dances, a cosmic rhyme,

A surreal journey through the realms of time.

In the eyes of elders, wisdom's grace,

Time etched in lines on weathered face,

A tale of trials, of lessons learned,

In its passage, the wisdom earned.

In laughter shared and tears that fall,

Time weaves emotions, embraces all,

In love's warm glow and friendships dear,

It's the essence of moments, crystal clear.

In the artist's stroke, the poet's verse,

Time finds expression, it's a universe,

A canvas vast, where dreams align,

In its rhythm, creations intertwine.

Through seasons' turn, it marks the days,

In nature's cycle, a timeless phase,

From bud to bloom and withering prime,

Time's cycles weave the grand design.

In the ticking of clocks, seconds fleet,

A constant rhythm, steady beat,

In the present's grasp, its essence found,

A fleeting treasure, profound.

In its passage, life finds its course,

Time shapes destiny, with subtle force,

In the dance of stars, in the ocean's rhyme,

It's an infinite, eternal paradigm.

Oh, time, in your transient sway,

You guide the course, the night, the day,

In your embrace, all moments blend,

A continuum, without an end.