Cradle of Eternity

In the palm of time, a sphere of light, A mirror of worlds, a portal of sight. Its surface gleams with the dance of stars, A universe held in the grasp of scars. The hands that cradle, a silent plea, For the warmth of life, the cold of sea. The orange glow, a beacon of hope, A reflection of dreams, a mirror of cope. Within its glass, the cosmos unfolds, A microcosm of life, where chaos collides. The light within, a flame unquenched, A symbol of strength, a heart unchecked. This is not just glass, but a talisman, A keeper of secrets, a vessel of man. It speaks of journeys, both known and unknown, A reminder that we are more than alone. For in the cradle of eternity, We hold the universe, and it holds us free.