In the cradle of dawn, where dreams take flight,
Time whispers softly, in the still of night.
Moments like dew drops, so fragile and clear,
Glimmer and vanish, as daybreak draws near.

Seasons of laughter, like blossoms in spring,
Bloom for an instant, then quietly cling
To the edges of memory, where shadows remain,
Ghosts of the sunshine, in the midst of the rain.

Summer's warm breath, with its golden embrace,
Fades into autumn,...