The present hums in quiet grace, A fleeting breath, a tender space. It holds the now, the steps we take, The paths we cross, the truths we make.
The future waits with open hand, A distant shore, a dreaming land. It whispers hope, it draws us near, With every heartbeat, year by year.
Between the two, we learn, we grow— What is, what comes, we do not know. But still we walk, with eyes alight, Guided by the present's light.
