In the silence of the night, they dance,
Invisible whispers in the vast expanse.
Carriers of stories, of songs unsung,
Echoes of the world, forever young.

They travel the skies, unseen, unheard,
A symphony of signals, a cosmic word.
From distant lands, they bring us near,
Connecting hearts in the atmosphere.

Like ancient messengers riding the breeze,
They weave through time with effortless ease.
Through storms and calm, they find their way,
Bringing light to the dawn of a new day.

Oh, radio waves, with your gentle grace,
Unseen threads in the fabric of space.
In your embrace, we find our place,
A shared world in your infinite chase.