The ballet of time
Time is a dancer
In the grand theater of existence, a cosmic ballet unfolds,
Time, the choreographer, in stories yet untold.
Each moment a dancer, graceful and free,
In the dance of time’s choreography.
The overture begins, a symphony of ticks,
Seconds waltz, as destiny picks.
A pas de deux between now and then,
In the ballet of time, where moments begin.
The dance of birth, a pirouette of dawn,
A cosmic ballet, where life is drawn.
Destiny leads, in a celestial waltz,
As time’s choreography, the universe exalts.
Moments entwine in a rhythmic embrace,
Free will pirouettes, a dance with grace.
Choices echo in the halls of fate,
In the choreography of time, where paths create.
The present glides, a balletic sway,
A dance with destiny, in the light of day.
Time’s choreography, a cosmic rhyme,
A dance between free will and the hands of time.
Seasons change in a celestial ballet,
A pas de quatre in the month of May.
Time pirouettes, a graceful arc,
In the cosmic dance, where shadows embark.
Moments cascade like a waterfall’s flow,
In time’s ballet, where destinies grow.
Choices echo in the cosmic expanse,
In the dance of time, where realities dance.
The moon pirouettes in the night’s ballet,
A cosmic waltz, a silver display.
Stars twinkle in time’s rhythmic beat,
In the choreography of time, where destinies meet.
A cosmic dance, both gentle and wild,
As time’s choreography unfolds, undefiled.
Destiny and free will, partners in rhyme,
In the dance of time, a celestial climb.
The finale draws near, a cosmic bow,
As time’s choreography takes its vow.
The dance continues in the cosmic stream,
A timeless ballet, in the realm of dream.
