In the quiet cradle of dawn's first light,
Whispers of moments unfold, taking flight.
Fingers trace the edges of yesterday's sighs,
As the sun dips low in the lavender skies.

Time, a river, flows slow yet so fleet,
Each droplet a memory, bittersweet.
Bite into laughter, savor the pain,
Taste every joy like the sweet summer rain.

Moments are...