Spacetime trajects through a parabolic arch and
ripples with each and every bounce.
From stars to planets it moulds and splits and merges,
the stellar garden has an assortment like no other.
Out loud the bell chimes and our gift arrives:
an interstellar milkmaid lets us have the cosmos,
so please have a sip out of galactic jugs
The cosmic milk she provides. The mother of mothers, the link to the past and sustenance for the future.