The Eyes Of The Universe Poem by Graham Fowell
The Eyes Of The Universe
The eyes of the universe are with us,
Seeing what it is to be alive,
The elemental building blocks allow us,
To be a part of the great cosmic archive.
The seagull sitting quietly on the lamppost,
Sees his corner of the bay,
As a creature made of similar stuff,
Sees his bit of a planet far away.
The archive spans not only space but time,
Making this and every other creature rhyme.
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