Sitting in a meadow
Befitting hares
Splitting hairs
While considering velocity
And ferocity
The veritable intergalactic monstrosity
Known as universe expansion.
All stars have shifted red
The astronomer said
Meaning they have fled the bed
Of their birth
And are streaming away
Like raisins in a muffin rising
There is no disguising
All objects near and far
Now race apace
And ever increase the space
Betwixt and between
With no force to intervene.
While sitting thus on ischial tuberosities
And sifting through these stardust curiosities
I shift my weight to lean on olecranon
And bending low I gently breathe upon
A very ripe dandelion growing nearby
And watch silky seeds make for the sky
An army of paratroopers on the fly
Each carrying their precious cargo
Now whisked away
How far will they go?
"Ah me," I sigh, in frontal lobe pain,
Does everything fly, nothing remain?
I'm feeling quite orphaned
Low on endorphins
Considering morphin'
Into a black hole
When bless my soul
What do I behold
That breaks on the shoals
Of my consciousness?
A wave of delight sends chills to my feet
Spawned by the sight of the plight of the seeds
The vision bids me break through the barrier
That kept me from seeing I, too, have a carrier
For I, too, am a seed being carried along
A galactic sneeze could destroy my song
But though solar winds blow, the earth's held in check
Invisible forces ensure that this speck of a
Planet encircles the sun once a year
And dawn will appear in the morn, never fear
And water exists as ice, rain or vapor,
An atmosphere rich in oxygen makes for
A place I can lay in meadow and dream
Of a Plan in which Man is held in esteem.
With gravity holding me safely attached
I rise on this carrier more appreciative that
Though disorder abounds, if one listens, the sounds
Of entropy part just like the Red Sea
And through space and time it seems the Divine
Opens a path mid the chaos, for me.
Befitting hares
Splitting hairs
While considering velocity
And ferocity
The veritable intergalactic monstrosity
Known as universe expansion.
All stars have shifted red
The astronomer said
Meaning they have fled the bed
Of their birth
And are streaming away
Like raisins in a muffin rising
There is no disguising
All objects near and far
Now race apace
And ever increase the space
Betwixt and between
With no force to intervene.
While sitting thus on ischial tuberosities
And sifting through these stardust curiosities
I shift my weight to lean on olecranon
And bending low I gently breathe upon
A very ripe dandelion growing nearby
And watch silky seeds make for the sky
An army of paratroopers on the fly
Each carrying their precious cargo
Now whisked away
How far will they go?
"Ah me," I sigh, in frontal lobe pain,
Does everything fly, nothing remain?
I'm feeling quite orphaned
Low on endorphins
Considering morphin'
Into a black hole
When bless my soul
What do I behold
That breaks on the shoals
Of my consciousness?
A wave of delight sends chills to my feet
Spawned by the sight of the plight of the seeds
The vision bids me break through the barrier
That kept me from seeing I, too, have a carrier
For I, too, am a seed being carried along
A galactic sneeze could destroy my song
But though solar winds blow, the earth's held in check
Invisible forces ensure that this speck of a
Planet encircles the sun once a year
And dawn will appear in the morn, never fear
And water exists as ice, rain or vapor,
An atmosphere rich in oxygen makes for
A place I can lay in meadow and dream
Of a Plan in which Man is held in esteem.
With gravity holding me safely attached
I rise on this carrier more appreciative that
Though disorder abounds, if one listens, the sounds
Of entropy part just like the Red Sea
And through space and time it seems the Divine
Opens a path mid the chaos, for me.
