Sands of Time

In the boundless expanse where moments blend,

The Sands of Time, their tales they send.

Each grain, a story, whispers untold,

A tapestry of histories, secrets unfold.

In the hourglass' curve, the past resides,

Echoes of triumphs, where heroes abides.

A symphony of laughter, love's sweet embrace,

Etched in the grains, time cannot efface.

Yet, swift it flows, like rivers in flight,

Moments cascade, in the fading light.

The present, a fleeting, elusive sprite,

Dancing on the edge of day and night.

Future's canvas, an artist's dream,

In Sands of Time, its hues do gleam.

In each tiny speck, destinies arise,

Awaiting the touch of the morrow's skies.

Tick-tock, the clock sings its endless song,

Through joys and sorrows, it marches along.

Cherish the whispers, the tales so fine,

For in every grain, eternity entwines.

Thus, heed the Sands of Time's soft call,

Embrace each moment, stand tall.

For in this mosaic of life's design,

Lies the magic of moments, pure and divine.