The Infinite Symphony

In the vastness of the universe,

There is a symphony that plays,

A never-ending melody,

Of infinite notes and ways.

It begins with a soft hum,

A gentle vibration in the air,

A simple rhythm, barely heard,

But soon it grows to a blare.

The stars join in with their twinkling,

Adding depth and complexity,

As the planets spin and dance,

A harmony of unity.

The comets and asteroids,

Shoot across the cosmic stage,

Their tails trailing behind them,

Like ribbons on a page.

The galaxies themselves,

Are instruments in the grand score,

Their spiraling arms and clusters,

Creating a sound like never before.

The black holes, too, have their part,

With their gravity's mighty pull,

A bassline that shakes the cosmos,

A foundation that's never dull.

Nebulas add their color,

A vibrant splash of hue,

A painting that's always changing,

A masterpiece that's forever new.

And then there's the cosmic background,

The echo of the Big Bang's blast,

A faint hum that fills the void,

A reminder of the past.

But the symphony is not just cosmic,

It's also within us all,

The beating of our hearts,

The rise and fall of our call.

The sound of laughter and tears,

Of joy and sorrow too,

The harmony of our lives,

A melody that's always true.

And so the symphony goes on,

Infinite in its grand design,

A never-ending song of life,

A symphony that's truly divine.

For as long as the universe exists,

And life continues to be,

The symphony will play on,

A grand, eternal decree.