The universe expands, a cooling breath,
Galaxies drift apart on tides of space,
A slow march toward entropy and death,
A final whisper, ending the great race.
The stars burn down, exhausting their brief fuel,
Turning to ash, to white dwarfs, cold and dense,
Against the void, an unrelenting duel,
Where light must fail, and make no more pretense.
Yet in the dark, where final shadows fall,
A new beginning hides, a silent seed,
For stars are born when giant dust clouds call,
Meeting again creation's constant need.
So life persists, though individual fires cease,
A cosmic cycle finding perfect peace.
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