To raise and flatten mountains

To fill and dry up seas

To choose when each leaf lifts

On a softly stirring breeze

To mark the fleeting eons

Yet dictate a cell’s decay

To hold the world in orbit

Spinning to pass the day

Power wrought by nature

No conscience or regrets

Entropy increases

Obeying laws it sets

Is this universal

Across worlds we cannot see?

Begs another question

How can all this be?