Stars hum in secret languages, weaving tapestries of light
across the velvet night, echoing
the silent joy of existence.
In the realm where time loosens its grip, the galaxies sway,
gently cradled in the arms of their own gravitational melody.
Here, contentment is a ripple on the surface of an eternal sea.
Planets pirouette, moons pirouette—
a celestial ballet choreographed by the
unseen forces of the cosmos.
The winds that roam the nebulae carry tales
of ancient stars, tales we yearn to understand,
yet their language is one of feeling, not words.
Breath of the universe, exhaling
in a symphony of silence,
inhaling
the beauty of its boundless solitude.
Return to the cosmic lullaby, where echoes find their home
and where silence resonates with the contentment of harmony.