I may be dwarfed
By the size of the stars
But they are dwarfed
By my knowledge of the stars
Picking the fruits
Of a vast Universe
With a book in my hand
They taste so much sweeter
Cradled by invention
Elevated by love
An equation or two
Amplifies the divine
The giants of Newton’s garden
Look to help us all
By ignoring our whims
And growing the eternal flower