In the froth of entropy's embrace,
Where order's bubble dares to grace,
A fleeting moment, fragile, bright,
Emerging from the depths of night.
The universe, with whispers deep,
Sings songs of chaos as we sleep,
Yet here we stand, in tender dance,
With fleeting order, given chance.
Through acts of nature, chaos reigns,
Yet in our hearts, a hope sustains,
For even in the darkest night,
We find the will to seek the light.
Existence speaks in transient hues,
Of meaning lost and found anew,
Yet still, we strive, in endless quest,
To carve out order, seeking rest,
In moments brief, we find our way,
To hold the night, transform to day,
For in this dance of order's gleam,
We touch the edge of nature's dream.
