• Our Planet,
    which is just
    a blinking step
    into the sun,
    has only begun
    to understand the
    vastness of the airless void
    we hang suspended in.

    We look out and see
    millions of stars
    like broken shards of glass glinting,
    spread out by an artistic hand.

    These stars,
    like sparkling trails
    lead on through clouds of pixie dust
    as delicate as spun sugar and break
    like the implosion of a dying sun
    when its last breath creates new beginnings.

    An explosion of stars among swirling depths,
    every thing taking place in deafening silence,
    frozen in time,
    like a cosmic ballet,
    The most great and Terrible Beauty.