Changing Time

As the seasons dance in rhythmic grace, Clocks changing mark a timeless embrace. A shift in time, both subtle and grand, A tale of moments across the land.

Springtime whispers with the dawn’s first light, Clocks spring forward, out of the night. An hour stolen from the sleeping earth, Awakening dreams and second birth.

But in the autumn, when leaves descend, Clocks fall back, to their rightful end. An extra hour, a cozy retreat, Where warmth and slumber gently meet.

Each tick and tock, a reminder to say, Time’s ever-flowing, in its own way. With changing clocks, we humbly bow, To nature’s rhythm, we live for now.

So as the clocks change, both near and far, Embrace the present, like a shining star. For in the cadence of life’s grand design, We find beauty in each fleeting time.