Whispers Of Creation

In the heart of the abyss, where oceans meet their depths,

To the peak of giants, where mountain whispers are kept,

Harmony dances, threading the expanse.

The eagle's ardent flight, the amoeba's humble glide,

The dance of diversity, nature's unyielding pride.

From fiery hearts of volcanoes to icy realms that glisten,

Every element, every atom, comes alive and listens.

Galaxies with their riddles, the earth with treasures pure,

Nature's canvas painted, with beauty that's sure.

In the clock's unwavering tick, to man's fickle mind,

A bridge is formed, mysteries intertwined.

Light that races, to your lingering gaze,

All bound in focus, in mysterious ways.

From the brilliance of thoughts that minds unfurl,

To vulnerabilities, that make a story swirl.

Attractions that pull, jealousies that push away,

Yet, in the cosmic dance, all find a way.

Stories of lives lived, and legends of forever,

History's rich tapestry, past's unending tether.

In the might of moments, to a bubble's fleeting sheen,

Strength is found, in places unseen.

The looming shadows of ends, to foundations firmly cast,

Hope is a beacon, lighting up the vast.

From voids of yester years, to tomorrow's digital dream,

Progress steps forward, in an unending stream.

Every sigh, every ending, from dawn to twilight's activity,

Sings the song of life, a masterpiece of creativity.

A world of wonder, birthed from a hand unknown,

The truth of it all, largely still unshown.

For in this vast cosmos, we grasp but a tiny slice,

Yet seek evermore, for that's the human vice.