All we can touch and all we see,

Began in a cosmic history.

How long ago, came things to be ?

Perhaps it was infinity.

All our surroundings hold in store,

The clues to what has gone before.

A fascination long prevails

To understand time's every tale.

Our tiny Earth holds precious gifts

As through the universe it drifts.

With organisms varied, rife,

Are we alone in having life ?

This special form of energy

Enduring in it's frailty,

Bestows such beauty, all admired.

Intelligence is awe- inspired.