The most beautiful poem I’ve read was written by a scientist.
There are the rushing waves
Mountains of molecules
Each stupidly minding its own business
Trillions apart
Yet forming white surf in unison
Ages on ages before any eyes could see
Year after year
Thunderously pounding the shore as now
For whom, for what?
On a dead planet
With no life to entertain
Tortured by energy
Wasted prodigiously by the sun
Poured into space
A mite makes the sea roar
Deep in the sea
All molecules repeat
The patterns of one another
Till complex new ones are formed
They make others like themselves
And a new dance starts
Growing in size and complexity
Living things
Masses of atoms
DNA, protein
Dancing a pattern ever more intricate
Out of the cradle
Onto dry land
Here it is
standing:
Atoms with consciousness
Matter with curiosity
Stands at the sea
Wonders at wondering, I:
A universe of atoms
An atom in the universe
- Richard Feynman
