In the tapestry of the night sky, stars sing,
Their luminous whispers a celestial dance,
Crafted by hands unseen, yet ever-present,
Guiding the cosmos with gentle grace.

Mountains stand as ancient guardians,
Their peaks kissed by the first light of dawn,
Echoes of creation in every rock and crevice,
Silent witnesses to the passage of time.

Oceans vast, with waves that rise and fall,
Reflect the creator’s endless imagination,
In every ripple, a story unfolds,
Of life, of mystery, of boundless depth.

In the simplest bloom of a wildflower,
Lies the intricate artistry of divine hands,
A reminder in its vibrant, fleeting beauty,
Of the sacred breath that animates all.