In the theater of time, a dance takes place,
A choreography of seconds, with elegance and grace.
Each moment a step, in the grand ballet,
A symphony of motion, in the passage of day.
The tick-tock of the clock, sets the rhythm and beat,
As the dancers of time, move with nimble fleet.
Twirling and spinning, in a waltz so sublime,
Weaving a tapestry, in the dance of time.
Moments pirouette, in a delicate ballet,
Each second a movement, in the grand display.
The dance of seconds, a sight to behold,
A timeless performance, in silver and gold.
Each hour a scene, in the theater’s grand hall,
With minutes as dancers, graceful and tall.
The stage is the world, the audience the sky,
As the dance of seconds, continues to fly.