Between all things is a void, whether on a planet, moon, or within the fabric of the universe. When you look upon the cosmos, you see but a micro of all that exists in this wide expanse of nothingness. Though I describe the great unknown, I am merely a word for endless shown.

I am a sound Fly awake Sing at dawn Birds make

I look like it, swim like it and quack like it. So I might as well be considered a ...

Tip atop, Land or sea, A kind of coat, For family. Squishy tube, Minty goop, Atop the head, Of king of coop.

A dancer in the sky, with wings so bright, Soft whispers on the breeze, a joyous flight. Once a humble crawler, now a brief delight.