Entropy and the end of universe

 

From a primal soup, a spark ignited,

Time, a river, endlessly excited.

Stars ignited, galaxies spun,

Matter danced, a cosmic begun.

 

Burning bright, galaxies grand,

Yet in their hearts, a subtle command.

Entropy whispers, a silent decree,

Order to chaos, inevitably.

 

Black holes devour, stars grow cold,

Heat surrenders, stories untold.

The universe stretches, a vast, chilling sigh,

As embers of light flicker and die.

 

Time, once a torrent, slows to a crawl,

Matter dissolves, a whispery sprawl.

No warmth remains, no dance in the dark,

Just a hushed echo, a lonely spark.

 

 

Explanation:

The poem starts with the birth of the universe, a big bang that ignited time and scattered matter across the vast expanse. Galaxies formed, stars burned, and a sense of order and energy thrived.

However, the second stanza introduces entropy, the second law of thermodynamics. It states that in all closed systems, disorder (entropy) will always increase over time. This slow, inevitable march towards chaos is what governs the fate of the universe.

Stars eventually die, black holes consume, and the once vibrant dance of galaxies slows. The vastness of space only emphasizes the dwindling heat and light.

The final stanza paints a picture of the universe’s ultimate fate – a state of maximum entropy. Time itself seems to slow down, matter loses its structure, and the universe fades into a cold, featureless void. The final line, “a lonely spark,” is a metaphor for the faintest echo of the universe’s once vibrant existence.