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.