Game of Time
#RhythmsOfTime
In the realm where time resides,
A symphony of rhythm hides.
Unseen, unheard, yet ever flowing,
The heartbeat of existence, it's showing.
Tick-tock, tick-tock, the clock declares,
Moments pass, and no one prepares.
From dawn to dusk, its arms embrace,
Guiding us through life's hectic race.
The rhythm of time, a gentle breeze,
Whispering secrets among the trees.
Days unfold, like chapters in a book,
Each page turned, a chance for hope to look.
In the morning's light, a chorus begins,
As nature awakens, the world grins.
Birds sing melodies of joy and cheer,...
In the realm where time resides,
A symphony of rhythm hides.
Unseen, unheard, yet ever flowing,
The heartbeat of existence, it's showing.
Tick-tock, tick-tock, the clock declares,
Moments pass, and no one prepares.
From dawn to dusk, its arms embrace,
Guiding us through life's hectic race.
The rhythm of time, a gentle breeze,
Whispering secrets among the trees.
Days unfold, like chapters in a book,
Each page turned, a chance for hope to look.
In the morning's light, a chorus begins,
As nature awakens, the world grins.
Birds sing melodies of joy and cheer,...