In an endless universe, vast and profound,
Our mortal lives, but transient recollections bound.
We are but a speck in this cosmic dance,
In a cosmic waltz, in this universe we glance.
Yet, in our brief existence, we find beauty immense,
A momentary swift of the universe's suspense.
For in our tiny moments, we create our mark,
Leaving our imprint in this cosmic lark.