Beneath the canopy of ancient skies,
Where starlight hums and silence sighs,
A river flows, unseen, untamed,
Through dreams forgotten and hearts unclaimed.

Mountains bow to the moonlit tide,
Eternal secrets in shadows hide.
The wind, a poet with tales untold,
Writes fleeting verses in whispers cold.

A traveler wanders, their compass the stars,
Seeking the edge where the cosmos jars.
With every step, the world unspools,
A tapestry woven of wonder and rules.

Yet in the quiet, a question grows—
Where does the boundary of knowing close?
For in each atom, a galaxy spins,
And in each moment, the vast begins.

So dance with the echoes of time and space,
Find infinity in the smallest place.
For the world is a mirror, a boundless sea,
Reflecting the mysteries of you and me.