Cosmic travails in heavens viewed
attest to Mother Nature's brood
uncountable in boundless skies
infinities our mind denies
or cannot grasp through senses skewed.
In solar sphere we have debuted
as animals with aptitude
to seek beyond our wheres and whys
cosmic travails.
Are humans just an interlude
in stellar art's creative mood,
developmental enterprise
awaiting wisdom to arise,
albeit deeming they've construed
cosmic travails?
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