Ticking Symphony

A clock not just a measure of time,

But a conductor in a symphony divine.

Each tick, each tock, a note so sweet,

Creating a melody that none can beat.

The hands of the clock dance in perfect time,

A choreography so graceful and sublime.

With each movement, a story is told,

Of moments treasured and secrets old.

From the cuckoo's call to the chime of the bell,

The clock weaves tales that words cannot tell.

In its ticking and tocking, we find our place,

In the rhythm of life's ever-moving grace.

So let us listen to the ticking symphony,

And let its melodies set our spirits free.

For in the hands of the clock, we find our rhyme,

A timeless music, eternal and sublime.