Born of fire, forged in light,
Drifting through the endless night.
Ancient stars that lived and died
Left their dust where we reside.
Golden embers, silver streams,
Flow within our souls and dreams.
The iron in our blood once burned
In cosmic hearts that spun and turned.
Galaxies whisper through our veins,
A trace of moons, a touch of rain.
The breath we take, the steps we tread,
Were once a star’s last words unsaid.
So, when you gaze at skies so wide,
Feel the universe inside.
For in your heart, the cosmos glows—
A spark of dust that never goes.
