The stars like diamonds, glimmering bright, In the endless expanse of the night. They whisper stories of old and wise, Shining down with their watchful eyes.

The moon, a beacon in the dark, Guiding wanderers with its spark. Through the valleys and hills it weaves, A tapestry of dreams, one believes.

Nature’s canvas, painted in light, Captivating hearts with sheer delight. In stillness, I ponder the cosmic grace, Among the wonders of this sacred space.

• Juliusz Słowacki