The night sky;
                    canvas of god,
                    canvas of science,
                    canvas of nature;
So clear,
so deep.
With stars strung across,
into a beautiful web,
together,
we gaze.
               A warm embrace,
               on a cool night,
               in a cold world.

The canvas is marred,
by a single brushstroke.
A stroke,
by something greater,
something beyond,
something,
that isn't there...