Hints of summer warm the air,
Dreams whisper all is well,
Doubts whisper fears.
Will we ever be ourselves again?
Who were we then? Who are we now?
Have we lost that space where calm
prevails? Is it foolishness or faith
to look for light when the sun is slipping
behind a cloud? Despite the unknown
Write your name with stardust. The night
is clear. Moonlight heals the darkness; we
are as resilient as Earth itself. This moment
is a miracle of wonder; take time
to savor it.