Threads of moments woven into time,
Creating a tapestry so sublime.
Each stitch a story, each color bright,
Together creating a wondrous sight.
In the loom of fate, the threads intertwine,
Weaving together lives so fine.
Some threads are golden, some are gray,
Each playing a part in the grand display.
Through wars and peace, the threads endure,
Telling tales of triumph and so much more.
Some threads may fray, some may mend,
But the tapestry of time will never end.
Generations come and go, yet the threads remain,
Carrying the memories of joy and pain.
Each thread holds within it a cherished tale,
Forever woven in the timeless trail.