Time slips through like golden sand,
Not noticed, yet held in hand.
Moments pass with gentle grace,
I stop the clock, just in this place.

No need to count, no need to chase,
The minutes wear a softer face.
In this stillness, time unwinds—
A rhythm only silence finds.
The minutes wear a softer face.
In this stillness, time unwinds—
A rhythm only silence finds.