Nothing...

In realms of void, where silence reigns,

Nothingness dances, unbound by chains.

A canvas bare, yet pregnant with grace,

Where galaxies swirl in cosmic embrace.

No color, no form, just infinite space,

A tapestry woven with delicate lace.

No whispers, no echoes, no earthly sound,

Yet in Nothing, a universe is found.

It's the pause between heartbeats, the space in-between,

A realm where imagination is keen.

In Nothing, the potential is vast,

A genesis moment, from first to the last.

A blank page awaiting a writer's quill,

A quiet, profound, and infinite thrill.

For within Nothing, there's room to create,

A symphony, sonnet, or masterpiece great.

So, cherish the void, the empty expanse,

For in it, we find our limitless chance.

To mold, to shape, to dream and to be,

For in Nothing, all possibilities are free.