The cosmos turns, a vast and ancient clock,
Its pendulum the swing of gravity,
Against the void, a steadfast, silent rock,
A measure of eternal history.
From billion-year-old light that starts its race,
To reach our eyes, a whisper from the past,
We see beginnings in this boundless space,
How fleeting moments were designed to last.
The elements forged in a dying star,
The carbon in our bones, the iron in our blood,
Show us how deeply intertwined we are,
With cosmic cycles, a continuous flood.
The story’s writ in hydrogen and dust,
A universe evolving out of trust.
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