No longer myths drape constellations' gleam, But swirling spheres in cosmic ballet grand, Their waltz a symphony of light, it seems,
Where methane's breath unveils creation's hand.
No silent sphere is Jupiter, aloof,
But swirling storms, a canvas ever-drawn, Ammonia's brushstrokes paint a vibrant roof, Where secrets dance at dawn, then dusk, then dawn.
The poet's eye, once filled with fiery steeds,
Now sees the dance of quarks, a cosmic spin,
In equations etched, a truth that seeds
A richer awe, where mysteries begin.
For science unveils a grander tapestry,
Than myths of old could ever hope to weave,
In every atom, every galaxy,
A poem's pulse, a symphony to believe.
So let us sing, with scalpel and with rhyme, Of swirling stars and whispers on the breeze, In every truth, a spark of the sublime,
A universe in chorus, if we please.
I hope this poem inspires you to explore the universe in all its wonder, through the lens of both science and poetry!
Unlikely Budha 2023
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