Whispers of Eternity
Beneath the endless sky so vast,
The present mingles with the past.
Stars shimmer with a quiet grace,
Eternal watchers of time’s embrace.
The moon, a sentinel glowing bright,
Guides weary hearts through the night.
It whispers tales in silver streams,
Of hidden truths and fleeting dreams.
Each breeze that stirs the sleeping leaves
Carries the songs of hearts that grieve,
Yet in its sighs, a tender sound,
The hope of peace softly found.
The rivers carve through ancient stone,
On journeys vast and yet unknown.
They speak of strength, of ebb and flow,
Of rising high when spirits low.
The mountain stands in solemn pride,
Its peaks where secrets dare to hide.
Silent witness to the march of days,
Unyielding in its steadfast gaze.
Oh, life! A fleeting dance we tread,
Where laughter echoes, tears are shed.
In every storm, a lesson lies,
In every fall, a chance to rise.
The morning sun, a golden fire,
Ignites the world, revives desire.
Its light seeps through each crack and scar,
To show us all how strong we are.
The flowers bloom despite the cold,
Their fragile petals brave yet bold.
Each bud a promise, soft and true,
That beauty thrives where hardship grew.
And in the night, the stars align,
A cosmic dance, a grand design.
They speak in silence, a language deep,
Of secrets the universe dares to keep.
The heart, a compass, beats with hope,
Through winding paths, it learns to cope.
Though shadows fall and dark descends,
Its rhythm speaks of love that mends.
The hands of time, they never pause,
Yet in their flow, we find our cause.
To cherish moments, hold them tight,
For fleeting hours bring the light.
Each soul a flame, unique, profound,
A spark within the world around.
Together, we ignite the skies,
A constellation in human guise.
So walk the earth with open eyes,
Hear the whispers as they rise.
In every breeze, a lesson clear,
In every shadow, hope draws near.
For life is fleeting, like morning dew,
A precious gift, a chance anew.
To love, to dream, to rise above,
To weave a world that thrives on love.
Beneath the endless sky we tread,
Alive with all that’s left unsaid.
Each breath a gift, each step a song,
A fleeting moment where we belong.