Upon a solitary hill, a man stands tall,
As dusk descends with a crimson sprawl.
Time’s inexorable force, he feels within,
A tapestry of emotions, woven in.
Longing whispers in shadows of the past,
Regrets flicker like stars fading too fast.
Yet hope’s eternal flame burns bright and true,
Amidst the finite span, it carries us through.
Time’s river flows, an unyielding stream,
We drift upon its current like a dream.
For none can halt its course or slow its chime,
Infinite yet fleeting, marking life’s rhyme.
The sun and moon engage in their ballet,
Chasing horizons in a mesmerizing play.
Dawn to dusk, a cycle ever-true,
As we search for purpose in all that we pursue.
Through laughter and tears, joys and despair,
Time molds our hearts, leaves no room to spare.
Each passing moment, a chapter to unfold,
A story of our journey, brave and bold.
The seasons dance in harmony and strife,
Changing landscapes with the ebb of life.
Spring’s tender buds, a symbol of rebirth,
Summer’s blaze, a reminder of life’s worth.
Autumn paints the world with hues so grand,
As leaves descend, falling like grains of sand.
Winter’s icy breath, a gentle reminder,
Of life’s fragility, a truth we must consider.
In the midst of life’s race, we often forget,
To cherish the seconds, the hours we’ve met.
We strive for success, seek wealth and gain,
Yet time remains steadfast, it will not wane.
In the twilight of life, as years slip away,
Reflection beckons, a moment to survey.
The legacy we leave, the footprints we make,
In the sands of time, what mark will we stake?
So, embrace the moment, as time slips away,
Treasure each second, live for today.
For in this dance with time, we find our place,
And learn the beauty of life’s fleeting grace.
