The quiet expanse of the night sky holds more questions than answers, and in that mystery, a deeper truth.

The endless stretch of ocean blue,
A quiet hue, profoundly deep.
It whispers peace in all it's true,
While weary thoughts drift off to sleep.

Orb above, a quiet sphere.
It thins to an edge, then disappears.
A silver curve, a sliver bright,
Grows to fill the ink-dark night.
Then slowly drawn, it starts to wane,
A sliver lost, to cycle again.

Wonder is the heart's quiet agreement
to never stop learning, to always find
new horizons in the familiar,
and magic in the unknown.

The universe's scale presents as an incomprehensible expanse, within which any single point of observation is fundamentally localized, revealing only a fragment of its full scope.