In realms unseen, they journey far,
Threads of light from distant star,
Through voids of night and skies so vast,
The whispers of time, present and past.

Oscillating through ether, unseen and bright,
Carrying whispers of morning’s light,
Invisible dancers in harmonious sway,
Guiding the dawn, leading the day.

From sunlit fields to shadowed glades,
Their silent song serenades,
Connecting worlds, bridging space,
In every echo, a timeless trace.

In every pulse, a story told,
Of mysteries new and secrets old,
Electromagnetic waves, celestial art,
A cosmic rhythm, a beating heart.