Under the sky of stars,
I walk,head tilted back,eyes open wide,
a wanderer searching,
feet tracing ancient paths,
beneath the silent glow of distant worlds.

Questions drift like whispers on the wind,
caught between the breath of trees,
carried up to meet the endless night,
lost in the quiet pulse of stars.

What is this life,this fleeting spark,
against the vast and endless canvas?
Do the stars hold answers,or simply bear witness
to our small lives,our laughter, our fears?

The earth beneath my feet hums with memories-
of lives lived,dreams chased, stars fallen.
And yet the mystery endures,
drawing forward,
a thread pulling at my heart,
urging me to seek.

In the stillness, under the watch of ancient light,
I wonder if purpose lies not in answers,
but in the journey,in the asking,
in the quiet courage to walk beneath the stars.