As simple a thing as a sparkle on a drop of dew
reflects chemistry, physics, neuroanatomy too
Sensation, perception, consciousness
And so the birth of the individual
It is the threshold where science becomes emotion
It is all that romance holds
This rainbow in all its perfection
no eye can perfectly see
No words can adequately explain
No mind can understand or contain
Yet it is just one thread in the fabric of the universe
One speck of sand on the beach of nature
A harmonious finishing touch
As well as the synchronized beginning of everything
Science in poetry
The spiritual locked on the surface of the most common substance