Centuries pass like whispers in the wind,
A tapestry of time where stories are pinned,
Each era a chapter, each moment a rhyme,
In the grand symphony of the endless chime.
From ancient civilizations to modern days,
Centuries weave together in mysterious ways,
The echoes of the past reverberate strong,
In the fabric of history where they belong.
Through the rise and fall of empires grand,
Centuries shape the world, hand in hand,
A legacy of triumphs, failures, and dreams,
In the endless march of time's flowing streams.
