In the realm where dew becomes starlight,
the drops hold memories of night's silence,
whispered tales scattered in the morning glow.
The cosmic wind carries a tune—
a lullaby of the universe,
curling around planets,
diving into black holes,
only to emerge in a cascade of brilliance.
Have you seen the dew dance on leaves?
A waltz with the rainbow hues,
each step a pulse in the fabric of time.
The mist giggles softly,
spinning stories of galaxies afar
and comets sleeping in the cradle of the void.
Remember when wishes tasted like stardust?
Listen to nightingale songs beneath the crescent moon.
Enter the silence of the void and find peace.