Cosmos

Cosmic dust carpets the night sky Like glittering snow blanketing billowing pine trees, Captivating our deepest thoughts. Inner monologues break their dams, Flooding our consciousness with fleeting questions— Of what was and what still might be. Existential queries fly by like shooting stars: Why here? Why this planet, this plane of existence? Only to disappear in a flash, leaving no trace. For we are so small within the emptiness of galaxies, Yet we hold onto hope that there is more beyond what can be seen. For even the death of a star breeds life— From scattered ruins comes the calcium that builds our bones. Within the silence of night, we come ever closer to tranquility. Let the glow of moonbeams wash over you. As each star has a pattern of its own, so do you. Wipe your tears, sweet child, Whilst the balmy breeze wraps around you. Let your past evaporate like a summer rain