What is beautiful,what is no
Only mind can tell us so
Were Intelligence not around,
Why should pearls us astound?
For what purpose are they here,
Unless some soul to endear?
That coruscating sunset glow
Creates wonder down below.
A flower,delicate and wild,
Can reduce us to a child
Yet mysteries outwith our present ken
Will some day orbit within our scope when
We will strive our ignorance to dispel
In embracing the romance of their spell.
Can this innate desire to meaning find
Be but a pale reflection of an eternal mind?