A Mighty Grip Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

A gentle pull, the world it tends,
Across the stars, its reach extends.
Though weak it seems, it holds the sway,
Of planets dancing, night and day.
It bends the space, a cosmic art,
A quiet force, from its deep heart.

Then sparks ignite, a vibrant gleam,
The world awake, a waking dream.
It holds the bits that make us whole,
The light we see, it plays its role.
From smallest atom, strong and tight,
To colors shining, day and night.

A mighty grip, unseen, untold,
In tiny worlds, so brave and bold.
It binds the core, a steady hold,
More strong than stories ever told.
A glue so fierce, it will not break,
The heart of matter, for goodness sake.

A hidden hand, a subtle shift,
When atoms change, a cosmic gift.
It helps the sun to brightly burn,
And secrets deep, we slowly learn.
A quiet power, it does its part,
Deep in the atom's beating heart.