In the language of galaxies, a cosmic sonnet is spun,
Where stars and planets dance in orbits unseen,
A celestial ballet performed beneath the sun,
Where the universe’s secrets lie, never to be keen.
In constellations, verses are etched in the sky,
Each shimmering light a syllable in the grand design,
A symphony of twinkling lights soaring high,
Revealing the cosmic language, ever so divine.
The Milky Way whispers tales of ancient lore,
Its spiraling arms reciting verses of time,
Each nebula an ode, each black hole a metaphor,
In the cosmic sonnet, a universe’s rhyme.
Across the cosmos, the sonnet’s verses flow,
From Andromeda’s embrace to the distant quasar,
A poetic dance of energy aglow,
A celestial sonnet reaching near and far.
The language of galaxies speaks volumes untold,
In the cosmic sonnet, a timeless story unfolds.