A light breath in the morning air, The timid sun touches the path, A golden glow that dances for a moment, Then fades, discreet, in the wind. The bursts of laughter of an ephemeral day, Like bubbles rising in the ether, We reach out, but it's already gone, A sweet memory that we want to keep. This fleeting moment, fragile and serene, Flies away, leaving an uncertain perfume, But in the heart, it traces a drawing, An echo of time that will not return tomorrow.