Eternal Rhythm

In the heart of time lies a clock,

A silent sentinel of tick and tock,

Counting the moments that slip away,

In its hands, the past and future play.

Its hands move with a steady grace,

Ticking away at a measured pace,

Each second a precious fleeting sigh,

A reminder that all things must die.

Yet in its eternal rhythm we find,

A sense of comfort, a gentle bind,

Connecting us to the cosmic flow,

In this endless cycle, we all know.

So let us cherish each passing hour,

Embrace the beauty of its power,

For in the hands of this ancient art,

We find the essence of our heart.