In the Sands of Time

The sunrise paints a brand new day,
A clean slate where shadows fade away.
Yesterday's mess, now buried deep,
In the quiet past, it falls asleep.

Today's moment, like a flower bright,
Blooms in the morning, bathed in light.
When the sun sets, it wilts and sighs,
Dying softly, beneath the skies.

In the sands of time, it's laid to rest,
But the memory stays, forever blessed.