Echoes

Moments dissolve, in the rhythm's heartbeat.

Chronicles of seconds, slipping through our grasp,

A cascade of memories, like sands in an hourglass.

The clock's relentless march, a silent parade,

In the garden of reminiscence, petals fade.

Ephemeral whispers of days now past,

In the whirlwind of life, too fleeting to last.

The sun, a swift painter, on the canvas of the sky,

Each stroke a day, a chapter passing by.

Winged minutes flutter, a delicate ballet,

Leaving echoes of laughter and shadows to sway.

In the vaults of memory, treasures reside,

Yet, time's capricious current is a fickle guide.

The symphony of yesterdays, a fading tune,

Lost in the cadence of the ever-advancing moon.

Oh, how swiftly the river of hours flows,

Through the canyons of existence, it relentlessly goes.

Footprints in the sand, washed by the tide,

A testament to moments, on life's bumpy ride.

It's easy to forget, in the rush and the chase,

The tender grace of each fleeting embrace.

In the haste of tomorrows, the present slips away,

A silent thief stealing the magic of today.

So, pause in the passage, savor the view,

Let gratitude blossom for moments we knew.

For time, like a wisp, slips through our hand,

In the dance of seconds, where memories withstand.

In the silent spaces between tick and tock,

Find solace in moments, a paradoxical clock.

For as time races on, leaving trails in its wake,

Cherish each heartbeat, for the journey's sake.