Echoes Of Time Poem by stajyer stajyer

The river sings, the mountains sigh,
Beneath the ever-changing sky.
The leaves that danced in golden light,
Now fade into the arms of night.

A fleeting touch, a whispered name,
The world turns on, yet stays the same.
Footsteps lost in endless sand,
Time slips like water from my hand.

Yet in the wind, a voice remains,
A love beyond the years' refrain.
Though days may pass, though stars may fall,
The echoes linger—soft, yet tall.