How high, soaring minds,
Unfettered by earthly chains,
Nothing to stop, nothing to fear.
Beneath our feet, a world so small,
A fragile orb, suspended in infinity,
Its oceans and mountains mere ripples
In the cosmic fabric we traverse.
My breath, a whisper, yet it spreads
Across the vastness of the universe,
Touching distant galaxies, ancient stars,
And the quiet corners of forgotten nebulae.
From the first tie that binds existence,
To the last, frayed thread of time,
We weave a tapestry of wonder,
A bubble of vacuum, pregnant with stardust.
Within this celestial cocoon,
Heat of a thousand suns pulses,
Igniting dreams, birthing novas,
And propelling us toward the unknown.
Ride, then, on the vessel of light,
Its sails unfurled, catching solar winds,
To the new horizon of everything,
Where imagination dances with infinity.
For we are stardust, consciousness,
Explorers of the cosmic expanse,
And in our soaring minds, we find
The universe reflected, and ourselves reborn.