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Click hereThe order of the colors, prism bent;
The fractions in a chambered snail’s shell;
Statistics buried, called coincidence;
The chemical recall of asphodel.
So water congregates to build a cloud
and droplets marry heavy, forming rain;
With Spanish moss’s chaos-patterned shroud
To respirations measured fill and drain.
Honeycombs, whose architects are bees;
The icy veins in alabaster’s skin;
The march of leaves up eucalyptus trees;
The oscillating song of violin.
An ocean wave will roll in, uninvolved
In differential equations it has solved.
A beautifully written sonnet on the perfection of both math and nature. The sonnet itself is an exercise in perfection in both form and substance.
Loved it!
Peregrine