In the cradle of the infinite
we are a flicker —
a spark,
a breath.
Thirteen billion heartbeats
in a symphony that spills
beyond every edge we can name.
We stand at the dawn of forever,
the universe still stretching its arms,
still tasting its first words,
still humming its first tune.
Galaxies drift like lanterns
across a dark sea,
each a quiet promise
of voices yet to sing.
We sit beneath this canopy,
inhaling stardust,
our own atoms whispering:
We have only just begun.
