Warm Universe

Somewhere beyond the silver moon,
 where quiet stars begin to bloom,
 the universe is not so cold — 
 it carries warmth the dark can hold.

A thousand suns may rise and fade,
 yet gentle light is never afraid.
 It travels through the endless blue,
 crossing galaxies to find what’s true.

Perhaps the stars are fires of home,
 little reminders we’re not alone.
 Perhaps each planet, each distant sphere,
 holds a heartbeat somewhere near.

And when the night feels vast and wide,
 when shadows gather by our side,
 look up and let the heavens prove:
 even endless space can glow with love.

For in this warm and boundless sea,
 of time, of light, of mystery,
 we are but sparks — and still we shine,
 small pieces of a grand design.

So let the universe embrace,
 every wandering soul in space.
 For even darkness, deep and far,
 can bloom beneath a gentle star.