All nature is perfect symmetry:
Each cell divides in perfect mimicry
And wings synchronise like swimmers in flight
Each planet sits in sleek suspense
In the spiral of the stars immense
Each colour on the solar spectrum reflects one light
The tides all wax and wane in time
In music muses spill their rhyme
To mortal ears' delight
And think if you will of your vision
Formed with inexplicable precision
Perfectly formed to let in shards of light
Now then I will not opine
That this is of some plan divine
Or proof of meddlesome maker's hand
Nature's Beauty makes Him irrelevant
It is a sign of her own intelligence;
Genius that wild could not be planned!
Nov 20, 2016
Nov 20, 2016 at 8:10 AM UTC
All nature is perfect symmetry:
Each cell divides in perfect mimicry
And wings synchronise like swimmers in flight
Each planet sits in sleek suspense
In the spiral of the stars immense
Each colour on the solar spectrum reflects one light
The tides all wax and wane in time
In music muses spill their rhyme
To mortal ears' delight
And think if you will of your vision
Formed with inexplicable precision
Perfectly formed to let in shards of light
Now then I will not opine
That this is of some plan divine
Or proof of meddlesome maker's hand
Nature's Beauty makes Him irrelevant
It is a sign of her own intelligence;
Genius that wild could not be planned!
