Ephemeral Hourglass
Reflection
In the realm of time, where moments melt like wax,
A giant clock stands, its beauty to unmask.
With Roman numerals, it tells a tale of old,
As its golden frame begins to lose its hold.
The clock face glows, a warm and fading light,
As if the very hours were slipping into night.
The surrounding landscape, a surrealist's dream,
With melting cubes and objects, a reality to redeem.
The sky above, a canvas of blue and gold,
Reflects the clock's warm tones, a story to be told.
In this world of wonder, time stands still,
As the clock's majesty, our souls can fill.
With every tick, a moment lost in air,
A reminder to cherish time, beyond compare.
The melting clock, a symbol of our fate,
A reminder to seize the moment, before it's too late.