Fleeting Poem by ashok jadhav

Fleeting is the touch of dawn's first golden ray,
It warms the earth, then vanishes in haste;
The morning dew dissolves where it once lay,
And leaves behind a memory traced.
So too are moments that our hearts embrace,
They shimmer bright, then vanish from our hands;
No strength can hold them, no resolve can chase,
Their essence slips like water through the sands.
Yet fleeting time can teach the soul to see
The value held in things that do not stay;
To love, to pause, to cherish what may be,
And find the beauty hidden in decay.
For though all joy and light must fade from sight,
Their fleeting glow endures within the night.