Time as a Gift

Time is a gift, a treasure so rare,

A fleeting moment, floating in the air.

Ginni and Aarna, both young and bright,

Chase the hours, but pause and take flight.

Each second that passes is never the same,

Like footprints in sand, they vanish in flame.

The minutes slip quietly, unseen by their eyes,

Yet they hold all the answers, the truths, and the lies.

They rush through their days, with laughter and cheer,

But time whispers softly, "Don't rush, my dear."

For in every second, there’s magic to find,

In the little moments, the ones left behind.

Aarna smiles brightly, her dreams shining through,

While Ginni wonders what time has in view.

They both know the secret, the truth they hold tight,

That time is a gift, a beacon of light.

A world full of stories, of laughter and fun,

Of adventures together, under the sun.

Each moment spent with those they adore,

Is a treasure that time can't ignore.

In the rush of life, they often forget,

That time is a gift, not something to regret.

But in their hearts, the lesson is clear,

Time is the gift that we hold most dear.

So Ginni and Aarna, with eyes full of grace,

Slow down to see the beauty in every place.

They cherish each second, both big and small,

For time is a gift, the greatest of all.

With family, with friends, with hearts that beat true,

They know that time is the gift they pursue.

For in every moment, both now and then,

Time brings us closer, again and again.

So, let’s cherish the moments, and make them our song,

For in the gift of time, we all belong.

Ginni and Aarna, side by side,

Learning that time is the best guide.