Song of the Stars

A quiet smog smothers the city below.
The blue sky encompasses my world, like an endless blanket.
A breeze like the last breath from the dying clouds.
Mountains in the distance, strong and stoic, like unexplored seas of rock and tree.
The sun caresses my back, giving me warmth and love, a mother’s embrace.
The green grass under my palm a reminder of the life everywhere, in me, in the wind, and in the sky.
I resonate with the gentle hymn played by the earth itself, content and comforting.
A beautiful melody in a song of stars unseen yet present, circling a void of pure darkness, where
I became and will cease, forever with the universe and it’s meaningless perceived love, which I return with revering vehemence.