Beneath the sky's vast, endless span, A cosmos flower blooms, serene, It holds within its simple plan, The universe's beauty, keen.
Its petals stretch, a lilac hue, A dance of stars in velvet night, Each bloom a whisper, soft, anew, A cosmic canvas, pure and bright.
In fields where cosmos flowers grow, There lies a tale of time and space, Their colors tell of what we know, And mysteries we yet will face.
With every petal's gentle sway, It seems the cosmos talks to me, Of galaxies far, far away, And moments in infinity.
So let us sit and ponder deep, On life's great journey, love, and strife, For in this flower's quiet keep, Is mirrored the eternal life.