Echoes of the Unseen

What stirs the stars to light their glow?
What bids the rivers’ ceaseless flow?
Man asks, yet answers drift away,
Like clouds at dusk, like winds that stray.
Is life a trial, a sacred test,
Or merely dust, at fate’s behest?
Our steps are firm, yet paths unsure,
Through veils of time, we still endure.
Oh seeker, rest not in despair,
Each thread connects, though unaware.
The unseen weave, its truth concealed,
In patience waits, in time revealed.