Sands of Time

On shores where waves of memory roll,

The sands of time embrace the soul,

They bear the imprints of our days,

In patterns left by fleeting ways.

With every tide that ebbs and flows,

A chapter's written, a story goes,

Each grain a fragment of our tale,

In endless motion, we set sail.

As years drift by, the shore transforms,

Yet in those sands, our spirit warms,

For though the moments slip away,

They leave a mark that will always stay.