In the boundless stretch of night,
Where stars in whispers softly gleam,
The universe spins tales of light,
In dreams that dance, in cosmic stream.

Beneath the vast celestial dome,
Planets twirl in silent grace,
An endless journey, far from home,
In the embrace of time and space.

Galaxies, like ancient scrolls,
Unfold their secrets to the brave,
Each star a story, each black hole,
A mystery that calls the wave.

Yet in this grand, eternal play,
A gentle peace we find within,
The universe sings night and day,
In harmony with our own skin.