Beneath the veil of silent, endless night,
The stars ignite, a story to unfold,
A canvas vast, where ancient fires alight,
Of cosmic tapestries in colors bold.
The nebulae, in vibrant hues so deep,
Are stellar nurseries where new suns rise,
While black holes lurk where time and motion sleep,
And galaxies spin beneath watchful eyes.
A tiny speck upon this grand display,
Humanity, with wonder in its soul,
Ponders its place, and dreams to find a way,
To grasp the secrets of the wondrous whole.
Though small we are, our spirits reach so far,
Connected to the essence of each star.
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