Ephemeral Hourglass

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.