The pine filtered sun
Ascends from the east
And places her beam
On a speckled woodpecker
Pecking at a tree
My senses perceive
The marvels around
While my brain decides
What wonderful things
It expects to receive
Quantum theory provides
An explanation of sorts,
It is all subatomic particles
Spinning and whirling
Influenced by magnetic flux.
It doesn’t really matter
What it is or how
It came to be
For beauty doesn’t care
About it's beginning
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