Fleeting Moments
Life's whispers drift, like leaves on air,
Glistening softly in the golden light,
They twirl and sway in delicate ballet,
A fleeting dance that fades from sight.
Time's breath, gentle, soft, and sweet,
Caresses the heart in quiet grace,
Each moment a treasure, brief and fleet,
A tender pause in the endless chase.
Beneath the canopy of twilight's hue,
We find stillness in the rustling refrain,
Where laughter mingles with shadows anew,
And memories linger, though they wane.
Hold close these echoes—a fleeting embrace,
For life is but a whisper, swift as the wind,
In every sigh, in each gentle trace,
Cherish the moments, where joy begins.