In the cradle of the cosmos, vast and deep,
Where stars are born and galaxies sweep,
Time and space, a pair entwined,
Weave the fabric of the cosmic mind.

Time, a river, relentless, flows,
From the dawn of creation to the twilight's close,
Moments fleeting, like whispers in the wind,
Marking the passage of all that has been.

Space, the canvas, infinite and grand,
Where the brush of the cosmos leaves its hand,
Planets orbit, comets blaze,
In the boundless, silent, celestial maze.

Together they dance, a...