Beneath a dome of endless night,
The stars ignite with ancient light,
Each spark a tale, a whispered lore,
Of worlds beyond our own explore.
The galaxies in spiral grace
Drift softly through the velvet space,
A ballet vast, serene, profound
Where silence sings without a sound.
Dark matter weaves its unseen thread
Where even light is gently led,
And time, that river slow and wide,
Bends round the curves where black holes hide.
On comets’ tails and solar winds,
The story of the cosmos spins;
With every burst and every flare,
Creation breathes through empty air.
What mysteries the void contains
From quantum dance to Saturn’s rings!
Yet in this vast, eternal sea,
A thought takes shape: how small are we?
And yet, we gaze with daring eyes,
We map the stars, we question why
A speck of dust with minds so bold,
To chase the dark and grasp the cold.
Let us wonder, evermore,
Beyond the sky, from shore to shore;
For in each glance, each dream unfurled,
We touch the edges of the world.
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