Mercury's child, with eyes so keen,
Sorting the patterns, in the spaces between.
This week the stars compose a tune,
Under the light of the waxing moon.

Your mind, a prism, precise and clear,
Finds hidden rhythms as planets steer.
Let logic dance with intuition's spark,
A symphony plays in the quiet dark.

Offer your service, your meticulous care,
The universe hums that you're aware.
But Virgo, remember, perfection's a quest,
Sometimes the messy and raw is best.

So write your lists, then let them fly,
A graceful surrender to the sky.
For in the details, and the grand design,
This week, your healing grace will shine.