Universe, oh Universe,
I know you can hear me.
You've seen me laugh,
you've seen me cry.
Some nights I lie awake,
quietly asking why.
Butterflies in the daylight,
dragonflies on the breeze,
little reminders that wonder
still finds its way to me.
When night arrives,
I lift my eyes to the sky,
remembering the words
I'll never let fade:
"Look at you... listening to the stars."
Since then, every constellation
has felt less like distant light
and more like a conversation,
whispering that hope
is never truly out of sight.
