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