The Beauty Of It All
All we can touch and all we see,
Began in a cosmic history.
How long ago, came things to be ?
Perhaps it was infinity.
All our surroundings hold in store,
The clues to what has gone before.
A fascination long prevails
To understand time's every tale.
Our tiny Earth holds precious gifts
As through the universe it drifts.
With organisms varied, rife,
Are we alone in having life ?
This special form of energy
Enduring in it's frailty,
Bestows such beauty, all admired.
Intelligence is awe- inspired.