#RhythmsOfTime

I'm a clock upon the wall, ticking to the rhythm of all
In the passage of life, I stand tall, witnessing each rise and fall.

I mark the seconds, minutes, hours, in a dance so divine,
Echoing the beats of existence, in a melody that's mine.

From the morning's golden blush, to the night's silent hush,
I keep track of time, in a never-ending rush.

In the joy of a child's first step, in the sorrow of a final breath,
I am the silent observer, of life, love, and death.

I've seen kingdoms rise and crumble, seen...