Time ,the gentle gift
Time ,the gentle gift


A gift unseen, yet deeply felt,
Through fleeting moments, it’s quietly dealt.
Not wrapped in ribbons, nor bound in string,
Time is the treasure life’s seasons bring.
A morning shared, a whispered word,
A laugh remembered, a promise heard.
These moments bloom, like flowers unfold,
A currency richer than silver or gold.
No shop can sell it, no wealth can buy,
It slips through fingers, yet will not lie.
It’s in the sunrise, the moon’s soft glow,
In every step, wherever we go.
Spend it wisely, this tender grace,
In love’s embrace, in a kindred space.
For time once given can’t be returned,
But its warmth remains, a lesson learned.
So give it freely, this precious art,
A piece of your soul, a piece of your heart.
For when the clock's hands reach their climb,
The greatest gift we leave—is time.