The Clock\'s Quiet Song
The clock, it hums, a patient tune,
Beneath the sun, beneath the moon.
Its hands, they dance in endless grace,
Tracing time\'s eternal face.
A thousand moments, fleeting, gone,
They echo soft, a whispered song.
Through laughter, tears, the dreams that fade,
The clock keeps watch, unafraid.
Oh, fragile time, both kind and cruel,
It carves the wise, it humbles the fool.
Yet in its flow, a truth we find,
The present lives in heart and mind.
So let the clock its story tell,
Of fleeting joys and farewells.
For in its song, we understand,
The value of the moment\'s hand.