"Transient Whispers"

In the realm of fleeting moments,

Where time's grasp is but transient,

Let me paint a poem with sentiments,

Of the beauty found in the temporary's ascent.

Like blossoms that bloom for a fleeting while,

Or shooting stars that streak across the sky,

Life's tapestry weaves a breathtaking style,

In the transient dance of moments passing by.

In the hushed whisper of a summer breeze,

Or the raindrops that kiss the windowpane,

We find solace in the ephemeral ease,

A reminder that nothing in life will remain.

Each sunset paints the horizon anew,

With colors that fade as daylight wanes,

Yet in their brilliance, a message accrues,

To embrace what's fleeting, despite the strains.

For in farewells, we learn the art of letting go,

In the transient, we uncover hidden grace,

Like a river's flow, life's currents ebb and flow,

And we cherish the fleeting moments we embrace.

The laughter shared in the company of friends,

The touch that lingers before it slips away,

In these transient joys, our spirit transcends,

And memories etch the heart in a bittersweet display.

So, let us savor the temporary's embrace,

For in its brevity, it holds profound worth,

Life's ephemeral moments, a precious space,

Where joy and meaning find their humble birth.

Embrace the fleeting dance of life's parade,

For even as moments pass and memories fade,

They leave an imprint, where stories are made,

In the tapestry of life, where beauty is laid.

In the transient, we find a whispered truth,

That life's impermanence reveals its own decree,

For it's in accepting this ever-changing sleuth,

That we unlock the secrets of what it means to be free.