If the Universe Could Speak

If the universe could speak, would it sigh,
Lamenting a world of insatiable greed?
Or would the whistling winds rage and cry,
Demanding back what we failed to heed?

If the universe could speak, perhaps it mourns,
Cradling dying stars in ashen embrace,
Writhing in carved scars beneath burnt skies it adorns,
Awaiting the void with haunting grace.

If the universe could speak, it would warn,
Roaring comets—messengers from ancient times,
Thunder of empires now tattered and torn,
Crumbling to ruin, their avarice birthing these crimes.

If the universe could speak, it shall plead,
Streaking through time, the stars whisper:
To halt the chaos before it begins,
Before the hushed black hole spins—
Consuming the light, the divine, and truths left unspoken.

If the universe could speak, it would rage,
Tearing through the cosmos with celestial fire,
Storms of stars, planets clashing in reckless ire,
Razing the heavens, avenging the ruin
that even the passage of time can't efface.

If the universe could laugh, it surely would,
At those who map the heavens, yet trip over their own feet;
At minds that chase eternity, yet forget what makes a moment sweet;
At those who call black holes monsters, yet worship power just the same;
At wanderers who build starships, yet set their own world aflame.

If the universe could advise, it would say,
Not to fear the dark,for even the void carries light.
We are stardust—its voice, its breath, its sight.
Measure not in years, but in kindness shared, in love made whole.
When the bones turn to dust, they shall rise as stars—let that console.

If the universe could sing, it would hum
Through the wind that weaves Saturn’s rings,
The rhythm pulsing in the cosmos—
Every shooting star a note in its endless symphony,
A melody stitched in celestial strings.

If the universe could dance, it would spin,
Its dance unfurling in spiraling galaxies—
Every comet a step, every orbit a turn.
Though you do not hear it, for you are part of it,
A verse woven into the fabric of infinity.

If the universe could hope, it would be
Of worlds reborn from ashes and light,
Hope flickering soft in the cosmic stream—
A lesson to rise, to endure, to ignite.