The Philosophy of Doubt

In the void, a melody hums,
whispering secrets of existence—
the doubt of stars poised on the edge of oblivion.

Leaves murmur ancient stories,
entwined with time's own roots
questioning the soil from which they sprouted.

In every breath, the cosmos sighs,
a gentle reassurance of fragility;
harmony born of discordant truths.

What if doubt is the cradle
of enlightenment's yearning flame?
To wrestle with shadows,
until the dawn of understanding wakes.