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