Tell me that science is rigid,
And emotionless,
And opposite those creative minds of
Poetry, and art, and philosophy.
I'll show you the ageless beauty of
A golden ring,
The heavy metal forged within the innards
Of an unimaginable flame,
The flame of a star,
The violent cosmic scattering of precious
Elements and the inevitable
Coalescing of each together
For our world.
The beauty of daunting time.
The journey of that ring from the heart of
A dying star,
To wrap around your thin finger.
Your finger,
Composed of the life elements.
Those created by the naked glimpse of the
Universe.
By beautiful chance, forming together and
Multiplying.
All from the star.
We're all astronomers,
Dealing with stars in some form,
Don't escape it, don't deny it,
Open your eyes.