#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,
Announcing a new day, so crystal and clear.

Then the rhythm quickens, as noon approaches,
The hustle and bustle, encroaches.
People rush by, in a flurry of motion,
Embracing the challenge, with fierce devotion.

But as the sun sets, a hush descends,
The pace of life gently amends.
The rhythm slows, like a lullaby,
Guiding us to dreams, where we can fly.

And in the darkness, the rhythm thrives,
The dance of stars, as the night sky thrives.
Constellations twinkle, a celestial rhyme,
Entwined with the rhythm, as space and time.

Tick-tock, tick-tock, the rhythm persists,
Forever moving, undeniably persistent.
Through seasons, through lifetimes, it remains,
A constant companion, through joys and pains.

So let us embrace the rhythm of time,
Each passing second is a precious chime.
In its melody, let us find solace,
And live each moment with grace and promise.



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