Whispers of the Infinite

Beneath the weight of stars above, The earth hums soft, a song of love. In roots that twist, in rivers that flow, A secret lingers—what we’ll never know. Time moves slow, yet slips away, A fleeting dawn, a fading day. What’s built of stone will turn to sand, Yet echoes rest in every hand. The fleeting heart, the quiet pain, The joy that comes, then ebbs again— All threads within one endless seam, A waking life, a whispered dream. So breathe the air, embrace the light, And hold the darkness of the night. For all we seek, and all we see, Is but a glimpse of eternity.