The winds of time weave threads unseen
A tapestry of what has been
Its colors shift its patterns stray
Yet every thread holds light of day
Through golden dawns and twilights hue
It whispers secrets old yet new
No thread stands still no fabric frays
For every line a life conveys
The weavers hand is soft yet strong
It crafts a world where all belong
Each strand it turns each soul it finds
A masterpiece of hearts entwined
So trust the winds the loom the air
For times own hand is always fair
In every weave a truth sublime
Forever spun by winds of time