In the garden of stars,
new leaves of the cosmos unfurl,
whispering secrets
of forgotten meteors.

Each leaf a constellation,
woven in the tapestry
of a night sky's echo,
singing to the void
with all its breath.

The roots, ancient comets,
drinking from the dark soil
of time's endless cradle,
anchored in the celestial
dance of the eternal.

Here, in the hush of infinity,
leaves whisper
the soft hymns
of the universe,
framing moonlit eyes
with the dreams of light.