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
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Author:
Daniel Triscott (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This is about beauty of science.
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It is truly a blessing to see beauty in all things and a true gift the share this beauty to all things. Thanks for sharing.
Good write D.
A legend says that I nearly discovered gravity. An apple fell on my head but knocked me out. The same happened to Newton, except it did not knock him out, and he had discovered gravity by the time I had recovered! lol.
smart wordplay, I like your tone
and flow
thanks for sharing
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