Lekhny Story -16-Apr-2024

Value of time. Of Our The Unseen River.

Time flows like a silent river, A current unseen, yet felt forever, It carves through stone, it shapes the land, In its grip we're clay, in its absence, sand.

It waits for none, it tarries not, A relentless march, a single shot, To seize the day, to live, to dream, To ride its waves, to cross its stream.

Each tick, a moment, a chance to rise, To paint our canvas, to cut our ties, With past regrets and future fears, For time alone, outlasts the years.

So value the hours, the minutes, the now, For time is gold, in its presence, bow, It's the wealth we have, but cannot hold, A tale of life, silently told.