Eternal Symphony

Beneath the stars, where silence hums,

A song is sung, though no voice comes.

In endless depths of space and time,

The universe weaves its ageless rhyme.

The mountains rise, the rivers flow,

The ancient winds of wisdom blow.

Each leaf that falls, each grain of sand,

A masterpiece by nature's hand.

The heart beats strong, yet frail as dust,

A fleeting spark in the cosmic trust.

Love ignites where shadows meet,

In fragile bonds, the world’s heartbeat.

Oh, fleeting life, you burning flame,

You carry neither wealth nor fame.

But every breath, a verse, a thread,

To weave the tapestry when we're dead.

So let the heavens hear our song,

A symphony where all belong.

Not in the stars, but in the soul,

Lies the music that makes us whole.

For we are but the echoes free,

Of love's eternal symphony.