In a whirl of whispers, time rushes by,
Like a river racing under a brightening sky.
Tick-tock, tick-tock, the clocks chime in haste,
Moments dissolve like sugar, a sweetened taste.
Days flutter like petals, tossed by the breeze,
Golden sunbeams slip through the trembling trees.
Each second a spark, igniting the night,
As shadows lengthen, fading out of sight.