Time Cycle

In the trapezoid's heart, time's dance unfolds

 

Minute and second hands, tales they've told

 

Through the day, they waltz in endless spree

 

Marking moments as leaves fall from a tree

 

Each tick and tock, a whisper of passing grace

 

In the quiet clock face, an eternal space

 

Day's narrative in their subtle sweep

 

In the silent hours when we sleep

 

Life's rhythm in their ceaseless glide

 

In every tick, a day's stride