The God Science
The sweet array of facts
gives knowledge of who lacks
empower me and lead the way
science a tool
god a gift
peace beyond the higher imaginations of ourselves.
Green leaves with green tear, the nature of the world
falls into the hands of the scientist who wonders where the universe comes.
he hears loud and talks seldom,
Its ok because he knows facts and strives for the best..
..The poetry of a scientist
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