The sands slip quietly through fractured hands

Each grain a chapter of forgotten lands

Memories scatter like leaves on the breeze

Fading yet lingering in whispers with ease

Time etches stories on the face of the stone

Its silent verses left cold and alone

But beneath the ruins of the fleeting years

Hope blooms gently wiping away fears

The hourglass breaks shards pierce the past

Yet every end shapes a shadow to cast

What once dissolved will resurface again

A cycle eternal through loss and gain