Ephemeral Hourglass

In the realm of time, where moments melt like wax, A clock stands tall, its beauty to unmask. With Roman numerals, a tale to tell, Of hours that pass, and moments that dwell. The clock's face glows, a warm, golden light, As it floats above, a surreal sight. The landscape stretches, a serene and peaceful shore, With mountains rising, forever more. The clock's body drips, like honey from above, A symbol of time, and its endless love. The drips fall slow, like tears from the sky, As time slips away, and moments die. Yet, in this scene, a beauty lies in store, A reminder to cherish, the time we adore. For in the melting clock, we see our fate, A reminder to live, and not be late. So let us pause, and gaze upon this sight, And cherish every moment, in the warm, golden light.