Tick tock goes the clock, never stopping its forward zoom,
A relentless beat, a timeless treat, like a never-ending monsoon.
Every tick is a step, every tock a leap, in the grand design’s grand room,
The ticking of seconds, the rhythm of time’s eternal loom.
Each moment a dance, a waltz in its own graceful grace,
A melody of memories, a symphony in a secret place.
As seconds whisper by, they spin tales with each embrace,
And in the ticking of seconds, eternity finds its face.
In the silence of night, the clock’s symphony takes flight,
A nocturnal sonnet, a lullaby that feels so right.
With each tick, a story begins, with each tock, a story takes its height,
And the rhythm of time weaves dreams in the moon’s soft light.
Tick tock goes the clock, a serenade that never fades,
With each pulse of the pendulum, an eternal saga cascades.
In the tapestry of time, where destinies and fates cascade,
The ticking of seconds, the enchanting melody of time never degrades.