This is something so close by
But hidden in plain sight
Finally chosen to deny
The chance you won’t be right
Reading this you have the clues
And, if you know my whimsy
The answer’s there for you to choose
Though the logic may be flimsy
This is something so close by
But hidden in plain sight
Finally chosen to deny
The chance you won’t be right
Reading this you have the clues
And, if you know my whimsy
The answer’s there for you to choose
Though the logic may be flimsy
If I could be that poet
Who gets the world to know it
This verse would be the start
Of sharing what’s in my heart
There’s just not enough of this about
Those who need it sometimes shout!
It’s found in some shops over here
If… you take your turn, my dear
Even then, it’s not for sale
It’s never found near a rail
Gardeners use it to grow flowers
Some know it well in sleepless hours
Can be won in a solo game
With no cards left, you’ll know its name
If the answer’s still not clear to you
Go back to the beginning and start anew
Out of nowhere a BANG takes place
Energy and matter now exist in space
Positive, negative, normal and dark
Atoms and strange particles, including the quark
Time is born; and its arithmetic
The cosmic clock makes its very first tick
Entropy increases, with empirical truth
Universe expanding, throughout its youth
Attractive forces come into play
Gravity, one such, holding sway
In gaseous clusters, suns start to glow
Forming heavier atoms in their fiery throe
Worlds coalesce from cosmic dusts
Atmospheres, weather, primordial crusts
Eons passing in galaxies rife
Goldilocks zones, permitting life
Normal matter, of which we’re made
Dark stuff, more common, cannot be weighed
Its job, invisible, to hold things in place
As we hurtle through the cosmos at a frantic pace
Some will recount from times before
That any countries wanting war
Sent soldiers to some other place
Engaging armies, face to face
Soon warships harried other fleets
And blasted forts on far flung seas
Then planes dealt death from out the blue
To faceless foes; and innocents too
Now leaders posture with sabres rattling
Distant missiles to do their battling
Madness called war; a button-press away
If inflated egos hold their sway