As time flows like grains of sand,
Hourglasses measure the days so grand.
Each second, each hour, each passing year,
Captured in glass, the moments we hold dear.
A vessel of time, an ancient design,
Eternal, unchanging, a symbol so fine.
An artful device, both simple and profound,
In its form, the essence of time is found.
From the past to the future, it gently flows,
Creating a rhythm that everyone knows.
Timeless and precise, it marks the pace,
In its graceful dance, we find our place.
The architects of moments, in grains they entrust,
With the turn of the glass, memories adjust.
Each grain a story, a memory to keep,
In this temporal sculpture, our memories sleep.
Eternal and fleeting, a paradox unseen,
In the hourglass, time reigns as queen.
An exquisite art, a marvel to behold,
In its steadfast rhythm, our lives are told.