The moon sinks low, with dawn soon to glow—
Let us speak before the night fades away.

A vast sea stirs, in ebb and flow—
Let us talk before the tide slips away.

A flower blooms, its petals unfurled—
Let us speak before summer drifts away.

A wound remains, waiting to heal—
Let us talk before the pain melts away.

The fire burns bright, yet embers grow dim—
Let us speak before the flame dies away.

The wind softly whispers, carrying its song—
Let us talk before its voice fades away.

The stars still shimmer, but morning draws near—
Let us speak before the starlight slips away.

A journey unfolds, with paths yet untread—
Let us talk before the road fades away.
© aadil wani