The Essence Of Time Poem by Ronni ManoaHofbauer

Time, a river, relentless and vast,
A whisper of future, a shadow of past.
Moments like droplets, fleeting yet clear,
Vanishing softly, yet ever so near.

It stitches the fabric of life with care,
Binding each moment, a thread to repair.
Silent and steady, it marches in stride,
A companion we follow, a truth we can't hide.

In the cradle of dawn, it tenderly wakes,
In the stillness of night, its presence it stakes.
Neither seen nor touched, yet it weaves,
A tapestry of stories, of hopes and beliefs.

Time is a teacher, patient and stern,
Its lessons engraved, its cycles we learn.
A healer of wounds, a thief of our youth,
A guardian of change, unyielding in truth.

Cherish its pulse, let it guide your way,
For time is a gift that won't ever stay.
In its embrace, we find who we are,
Each fleeting moment, our brightest star.