A Celestial line up

A Celestial line up

Seven lights in silent flight,

Drifting through the velvet night.

A cosmic waltz, a fleeting view,

A whispering gift from skies so blue.

Gaze upon the planets’ grace,

Lined in order, time and space.

A moment rare, a dream so bright,

Carved in orbits, bathed in light.

Stand beneath the endless deep,

Where ancient secrets softly sleep.

For in this dance, so vast, so grand,

Lies the wonder we don’t understand

Do they whisper? Do they speak?

Or mock the minds that dare to seek?

For all we chart and all we see,

Their ancient dance stays mystery.

So look, but know as we grasp in vain,

The sky remains a vast refrain.

No matter what we claim to know,

The stars still shine, the planets go.

Maybe understanding isn’t the point—maybe just witnessing is enough.