Whispers of Time
Whispers of Time In the stillness of the early morn, Where daylight's first breath is gently born, A world lies waiting, soft and clear, The echo of an ancient year. The winds that hum through silent trees, The ripples on the quiet seas, All whisper secrets, old and deep, That time has kept and time will keep. The sun ascends with golden glow, Its light a language we all know. It paints the sky in hues of gold, A story of the days of old. And yet, in shadows, hidden well, Are stories time would never tell. The moments lost beneath the tide, Where memories and dreams collide. The rivers run with steady grace, While mountains stand with timeless face. The earth itself, with soil and stone, Has borne the weight of all we've known. But in the heart of every stone, A whisper calls, soft, yet alone, Of journeys taken long ago, In paths where only few may go. The stars above us, cold and bright, Have watched the wars, the dreams, the flight. Each twinkle i...