Whispers of the Infinite
Beneath the canopy of endless blue,
Where stars are born and dreams pass through,
A world spins softly, ancient and wise,
Carved by whispers of infinite skies.
The dawn unfolds with tender grace,
A golden blush on Earth’s vast face.
Shadows retreat, as light cascades,
Awakening fields, rivers, and glades.
A brook meanders through mossy stones,
Singing its song in liquid tones.
Each ripple dances, each current flows,
A fleeting touch of life it bestows.
The meadow blooms in colors bright,
A tapestry woven in morning light.
Butterflies drift in a lazy waltz,
Nature’s rhythm, free of faults.
The trees stand tall, their roots run deep,
In their embrace, the secrets sleep.
A thousand rings within their core,
Echo tales of those who came before.
The breeze carries scents of distant lands,
Brushing softly with unseen hands.
Through forest paths and city walls,
Its whispered voice in silence calls.
Above, the clouds in patterns sweep,
Silent shepherds of dreams that keep.
They float and shift, in constant play,
A fleeting art, gone by the day.
The sun descends, its fire subdued,
Painting skies in a twilight hue.
Shadows lengthen, the world slows,
A gentle calm in the night bestows.
The stars ignite in the velvet dome,
Guiding the lost, calling them home.
Constellations speak in a language old,
Stories of heroes, in light retold.
Yet far beyond what eyes can see,
Lies the vastness of eternity.
A cosmic ocean, dark and wide,
With secrets that time itself can’t hide.
And here we stand, so small, so frail,
Amidst the endless, grander scale.
But in our hearts, a fire does burn,
A quest for knowledge, a deep return.
For every breath, a fleeting spark,
Illuminates the boundless dark.
We shape, we build, we laugh, we cry,
Under the same eternal sky.
Life is a moment, brief yet vast,
A precious jewel that cannot last.
But in its glow, a truth remains,
We are the stars; their light sustains.
So walk this earth with humble feet,
Feel the rhythm, hear the beat.
In every stone, in every tree,
Lives the pulse of infinity.
And when the final shadows fall,
When silence comes to cradle all,
Remember, you were part of this—
A fleeting touch, a timeless bliss.
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