Symphony of Time
Tick tock, tick tock,
the rhythm of the clock,
a steady beat, a ceaseless sound,
time passing all around.
From dawn’s first blush
to twilight’s hush,
I count the moments,
In stillness and rush.
The sun ascends,
the moon descends;
the world revolves,
while time transcends.
I witness the rhythms of existence,
the patterns of life in persistence,
the first cry of birth,
the last breath of death,
the endless cycle
in life’s vast breadth.
I have marked the joys,
and tallied the tears,
the passing of months,
the fleeting years.
In every heartbeat,
in every rhyme,
I echo the cadence
of fading time.
I watch the seasons
come and go,
the changing earth,
its ebb and flow.
Petals bloom,
and leaves decay;
life is woven,
then slips away.
Tick tock, tick tock,
the rhythm goes on.
Pause for a moment…
and you may hear
the quiet, endless
symphony of time.
R