In the vastness of the silent night,
Stars are born in gentle whispers,
As the universe weaves its ancient tale,
Crafting worlds from cosmic dust.
Dreams dance on the edge of time,
Painting skies with colors unseen,
Each thought a spark in the endless void,
Echoing through eternityâs embrace.
Creation sings in the heart of chaos,
A melody of life and endless wonder,
Weaving secrets in the fabric of space,
Where every soul finds its destined place.
The universe breathes with quiet grace,
In the harmony of stars and dreams,
A testament to the beauty of being,
In the eternal dance of creation’s light.