The Fabric of Time

Morning light threads in gold,
Crafting dawn with colors bold,
Moments dance on fragile thread,
Echoes of a time widespread.

Each tick, a heartbeat, soft but clear,
Turns the world throughout the year,
Sunrise whispers to the night,
Shadows blend and take their flight.

River flows through days and years,
Washing dreams with hopes and fears,
Leaves of seasons, green to brown,
Gently fall and settle down.

Memories like whispered song,
Show what’s right and what is wrong,
In the garden of the mind,
Paths forgotten, trails defined.

Time, the artist, sculpts with care,
Lines on faces, hands laid bare,
Wisdom in each furrowed brow,
Lessons of the here and now.

Past, a shadow, future's light,
Present, but a fleeting sight,
Stars above in silent rhyme,
Mark the endless flow of time.

Footprints fade on golden sands,
Tales of old and new expand,
Through the arc of life’s great climb,
In the fabric of our time.