In the hourglass, grains cascade,
Whispers of moments, softly laid.
Each grain a memory, fleeting, bright,
Fading shadows in the twilight.

Time, a river, flows so fast,
Carrying echoes of the past.
With every tick, the present sighs,
As future dreams begin to rise.

Golden sands, they slip away,
Marking the dusk of each new day.
Yet in their dance, a truth we find,
Life’s beauty lies in the ties that bind.

So cherish the moments, both big and small,